She wore shorts and a tight navy t-shirt with a math formula on it and looked like she’d just woken up.
“Shit, were you sleeping?”
“No. I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, but I was awake. Show me these treats, please. I can smell them, and my mouth is watering. It’s sad, really.” She ushered me in, and just-woke-up-Naomi was cute. Her face had soft sleep lines on it, and her hair was in two braids, but they were messy and had strands going every direction.
She didn’t wear a speck of make-up and . Once she lifted the lid of the box, she licked her lips. “Oh god, I want to be alone with them.”
I snorted. “Should I leave?”
“Would you? I want to do obscene things with them.”
Obscene things. My mind flashed to all the thoughts I’d had about her lately. How I wanted to lick every part of her body, tease her perky tits with my mouth. I wanted to hear her moan over and over. All the things I wanted to do to her despite the fact we’d agreed to remain friends.Sure, Michael, friends. Okay, bro.
I cleared my throat. “I really came here to apologize to you.”
“Oh.” Her lips parted, and she looked up at me through her lashes. A small line appeared between her eyebrows. I wanted to touch it, to smooth it down. Which would be weird.
I didn’t often think about caressing women’s faces. “You said something last night that I needed to hear about my past, and I snapped at you. That wasn’t cool at all, and I’m sorry for reacting that way. You didn’t deserve it.”
She chewed on the side of her mouth and held my gaze, her large brown eyes so damn expressive. I could study her movements for a year and still not know all of them. My spine prickled with worry as the silence went on, but I didn’t break it.
I said my piece, so now it was her turn. She could accept my apology or not, and I’d have to deal with it. I just didn’t want to leave yet.
“Thanks. Do you always bring pastries to people you’ve wronged?” She reached in and took a large bite of the cinnamon sweetness. She crossed her eyes and let out a long moan.
A sexy moan.
I swallowed hard as she chewed and got some of the cinnamon on her face right above her lip. My body tightened, and it was like we were back at the party, her lips inches away from mine. I wanted to taste her again. Suck her tongue. Kiss her until she forgot all about data.Focus.She asked me a question. I should answer it. “Ah, no. I don’t bring them for everyone.”
“Just me then.”
“Yes, just you.”
Her eyes warmed, and my heart did an odd thing where it seemed to skip a beat or two.Just you make me want to touch your face, kiss you, say to hell with all the reasons why kissing the coach’s daughter is wrong. I said none of the thoughts going through my mind though and offered what hopefully was a smile.
She blinked and pushed the lid open more. “Did you already have one on the way, or do you want to come in and enjoy them with me?”
“What if my answer is yes to both questions?” I teased, the weight that appeared on my shoulders since last night vanishing just like that. She laughed and walked toward the kitchen counter where there were two barstools. I dropped my gaze to her legs and noticed how her shorts barely covered her ass. Her skin looked smooth, and those goddamn shorts left nothing to the imagination. I wanted togripher ass and hoist her onto the counter.Fuck.
I slammed my teeth together and worked my jaw muscles, as if that would help the growing attraction to Naomi.
Attraction wasn’t foreign to me. At all. I’d been intrigued and drawn to lots of women. Being a hockey player meant easy access. But, and only recently, I’d discovered that random hook-ups didn’t help the ache in my chest.
Nothing really did but being around Naomi. Which was more than lust. I just wasn’t sure what yet. She stood on her tiptoes, showcasing her calf muscles, and grabbed two mugs and the box of coffee from me before moving toward the living room. The kitchen felt safer, for me at least. But she didn’t look back.
She curled up onto her couch and tucked her feet under her butt before patting the cushion next to her. “Come on. I’m watching Law and Order.”
She didn’t wait before handing me a cinnamon treat and pushing play. I fought a smile because despite the attraction and confusing thoughts I had around her, she had moments that reminded me of my sister. Like now. Focused on food and TV. God, Ryann would get a kick out of her.
Wait. Would Ryann ever meet her? Probably not. Unless…
Unless what?I scolded myself and took a bite of the buttery carb goodness. My taste buds exploded with the flavors, and I leaned back onto the couch. Something likeguhnescaped my lips, and Naomi snorted.
“It’s so good, I can’t help it.”
“Mouth orgasms are real,” she said, taking another bite and crossing her eyes. “If you could apologize to me with these more often, I wouldn’t say no.”
My brain was stuck on the wordorgasmcoming from her mouth and refused to move away from it. I bet she’d blush, and her large brown eyes would be filled with passion. She’d moan and her hair would go everywhere once I ran my fingers through it. She’d be loud too. Not holding anything back.
