The move causes my dick to weep in my jeans. How the hell does she elicit such a reaction out of me when she’s dressed from head to toe in hockey gear?
Team USA wins the game 4–1 and instead of heading back to the hotel with the guys to check in, I choose to hang back and wait for Charlie and Liv. Somehow, I don’t have Charlie’s phone number, so I haven’t been able to talk to her about staying at the hotel with us.
I’m scrolling my phone when I hear her voice.
“Waiting for someone, Skip?”
My eyes abandon my screen and the moment they findher, I suck in a breath. Even after competing in the Olympics, she still looks absolutely breathtaking.
Charlie’s hair is damp from what I’m assuming was her post-game shower, and she’s dressed in a navy business suit, with a silk, white blouse underneath her jacket. I knew hockey players dressed to impress for their games, but for some reason I was half-expecting her to walk out in the Team USA apparel I saw her in earlier today. Not that she didn’t look good dressed down. But damn, she looks exquisite right now.
“Yeah, Smith. I was waiting for you.” I’m hoping my voice hides the effect she has on me, and from the shocked expression on her face, I can tell she wasn’t expecting me to be so honest.
Her shock is gone just as fast as it came, and a cocky grin now replaces it. She spreads her arms out wide. “Well, here I am.”
There are many things I’d like to do to that cocky little mouth of hers but I keep those thoughts to myself.
She does a slow circle and she has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me right now. I push off the wall, willing my dick to behave, but it’s kind of hard to do with her standing there looking so confident.
“There you are. You looked good out there, Charlie. Nice snipe.”
I stop a couple feet away from her, fighting the urge to pull her into me and show her just how impressive I think she is.
She shrugs her shoulders as if it wasn’t the most beautiful goal of the night. “Thanks. It was nothing.”
The smile she flashes me is the nail in my coffin. I am so far gone for my best friend’s little sister. And that’s a damn problem.
“Where’s the rest of your team?” She looks behind me, trying to find them.
“They went back to the hotel.”
Her head whips back to me so fast, I can’t help the laugh that escapes my mouth.
“Hotel? How the hell did you manage that?”
Now it’s my turn to be cocky. I mirror her earlier nonchalance, shrugging one of my shoulders. “It was nothing.”
Charlie steps forward and shoves me in the chest. “Ha-ha.”
Before she can pull away, I grab her wrist with my hand and hold her in place.
“Grab Liv and pack your bags. You’re coming with me.”
“Excuse me?”
Luke refuses to let go of me, and if I’m being honest, I’m not really fighting him much. The feel of his fingers around my wrist sends a warmth up my arm that travels all the way between my legs.
His eyes bore into mine as I wait for him to respond.
“You and Liv are staying at the hotel with us. We got two rooms and your brother would kill me if I let you stay in that hellhole.”
My brother.
The mere mention of him has me yanking my arm free of Luke’s hold. No matter how good it may feel, there’s no way anything will ever happen between us. My fantasies about Luke will always be that. Illusions in my head that keep me warm at night.
“We’ll be fine staying at the Village.”
Luke’s eyes narrow at my stubbornness. Even if a warm, comfortable hotel bed sounds like heaven, there’s no way I can stay with him and his teammates. That’s a recipe for disaster.
