She pokes my chest. “Be serious.”
She continues to rub over me, making it hard to think, so I try to concentrate on my answer and not the friction building between us. “My answer probably would have been different out of college. I probably would have said something like coaching, but now . . . if I didn’t have hockey, I think I’d want to be a librarian of some sort, maybe a book blogger. Something that involves reading.”
She pauses and tilts her head to the side. “Why is that the most attractive answer ever?”
“Because you seem to have a penchant for nerds.”
She chuckles. “Probably.”
Then she lifts off my lap and helps me with my shorts, revealing my large bulge in my briefs. She wets her lips, her eyes meet mine, and then she sits back down on my lap where she slowly rubs over me in long strokes. “Tell me about your family. I feel like I know nothing about them.”
“Seems strange that you don’t know them. Well, there’s my mom and dad, Heather and Adrian, and I have a younger brother named Elliott. He’s working as a mechanical engineer in a big firm in Chicago. I’m close with my parents, but they live in Toronto, so I don’t get to see them very often. We’ll have to go visit them soon.”I’d love that. I think. . .but would they like me? I’m so different to her ex.Best not to worry about that one for now.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve had Penny as your bestie here in Vancouver.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Did you have a stuffed animal or blanket that you had to sleep with every night?” I ask, wanting to get her out of her clothes as soon as possible.
“A stuffed animal,” she answers. “He was an alligator named Chompy.”
“Fuck, that’s cute,” I say. “Do you still have him?”
“I do. He’s in a box of things from my childhood that I’ve kept. Sometimes I feel like he’s Woody fromToy Storywith actual feelings, and he must hate me because he’s stuffed in a box somewhere. I had him out in my apartment when I was living with Perry, but Chompy isn’t the fella he used to be, and well, he creeped Perry out, so I put him away.”
“Fuck that,” I say, anger billowing inside me. “You can put Chompy out on display at our place. Hell, put him next to Sherman and Shirley.”
She leans back again and this time, there’s a softer look on her face as her hips stop moving. “You said our place.”
Huh . . . I did.
“Well, that’s because that’s how I see it,” I answer honestly. “To me, it’s our place. Is that how you see it?”
“I did get a desk for my bedroom where I’ve set up a place for me to temporarily work.” She swallows hard and her eyes meet mine. “I could make that a little more permanent if you wanted.”
“Yeah, I fucking want that,” I say.
“Really?” she asks.
“Blakely,” I sigh. “What don’t you understand?” I grip her chin and hold her steady so her eyes are forced to look into mine. “When I said I found what I wanted, I mean it. I’m just waiting for you to catch up to the feelings I have for you. If you want to make that second bedroom an office, I’ll fucking help you pick out wallpaper. If you want to set up a dresser in our bedroom and move your clothes in there, tell me how I can help and what dresser you want. You’re it for me. I’m sold. So whatever you want, you can have it.”
She brings her hands to her back where she undoes her bra and lets it slide off her before she leans forward and presses her bare breasts against my chest.Talk about a reward.I suck in a sharp breath as her lips find my neck and she kisses up the column until she reaches my jaw. “Then help me pick out some wallpaper,” she whispers.
Jesus . . .
How can I be this lucky? How is this actually happening right now? This woman who has had my heart, my mind, my fucking soul since the moment I met her, how did I possibly get her to fall for me? I’ll never know, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she will always be mine.
“We also need some bookshelves for the living room for your books to make room for a dresser for me.”
“Done,” I say as her lips work down to my mouth.
“And we need a rug for the living room.”
“Take me shopping, show me what you like, and it’s all yours,” I answer.
“And I have some things from my old apartment that could work here.”
“I’ll have the guys help me move them,” I say as her lips find mine but instead of demanding kisses, she lightly pecks along my lips.
