I laughed, running my fingertips up and down his back, loving the way his skin tightened and twitched under my touch. “If you score a goal for me, I would have to reward you somehow.”
His grin grew bigger. “I can think of a few ways.”
I sighed into his hair. “We’ve been gone an obscene amount of time.”
He groaned, pulling himself up and off of me. “You’re probably right.” He looked down at me and winced. “I kind of screwed up your hair. And your dress.”
I looked down at myself, blushing when I realized how I must look. My skirt pushed to my waist, bra pushed down to meet it. I could only imagine what my hair looked like.
Liam traced a fingertip over my cheek. “Love it when you blush.”
“Well, you’re in luck, because just about everything makes me blush.”
A possessive spark flickered in his eyes and he ran the fingertip from my cheek, down my neck, and around one already-tightened nipple. “No one makes you blush like I do.”
And God, wasn’t that the truth.
“We should get back,” I whispered, wanting nothing more than to stay right in this bathroom for the next few hours. Or, even better, take him up to my room and lock the door. But our friends were outside—probably very much aware of what we’d been up to—and so was my brother and Liam’s daughter.
Liam sighed again and reached for tissues to take care of the condom. He got himself dressed and straightened up quickly while I struggled to smooth out my now wrinkled dress. Peyton was going to have a field day when she saw me like this.
“I’ll go out first so you can fix…that,” he waved his hand around my hair and I snorted.
“Does it really look that different? It’s always pretty much a mess.”
“Not a mess,” he murmured, fingering a loose strand. “I love your hair.”
God, he had to stop touching me or we were never going to leave this bathroom.
“Go on,” I said as firmly as I could.
He flashed me one last grin. “See you at the game. I’ll be thinking about what I want as my reward.”
“You have to actually score first,” I reminded him.
He smirked. “Don’t you worry about that. It’s in the bag.”
CHAPTER 20
Apparently, the promise of a reward was very motivating to Liam, because he scored within the first five minutes of the game. As his teammates surrounded him in celebration, I was sure he looked up to the owner’s box and winked.
The announcer’s voice boomed over the cheering crowd. “With the first goal ever at Knight Arena, your captain, Liam O’Conner.”
A little thrill ran through me. The first regular season goal for the team, the first goal in the new arena. It was a pretty big deal. I glanced over at my brother, huddled up with the GM and a few management guys and was surprised to see a broad grin on his face.
Huh. I was pretty sure Andy had never smiled over Liam O’Conner in his life. I guess it was a whole night of firsts.
Andy’s box was set up high in the upper bowl of the arena, with breathtaking views of the entire sheet of ice. I knew Andy had been pleased with how full the arena was. With the team’s terrible showing in the pre-season, there had been some concern that it would be difficult to get the locals to pay attention.Apparently, the novelty of the city’s first NHL game was a big enough draw though, because this place was packed.
Which felt slightly less fortunate when the opposing team scored the next two goals in quick succession.
I watched as my brother’s face grew tighter and tighter. “What’s Enzo’s save percentage?” he asked a minion.
“.921,” the guy responded, checking the score card he’d been keeping.
Andy shook his head and muttered something about the defense leaving him out to dry.
After another lackluster shift, he barked at the score keeper again.
