“Damn it.” He’s not impressed, and he doesn’t mean me. The hockey game must not be going in our favor.
Stepping back, I wonder if this is a lost cause. “Uhm, I’m naked and wet,” I say, even though I’m in sweats.
Nope. No reaction.
“I’ll get on my knees for you right here.”
Still no.
I pinch his shirt and guide his attention to me. “Really?”
“What?”
My eyes grow large. “I don’t mind the hockey, you know that. We can even watch after dinner. But now?” My hands splay out. “No kiddo in sight, and I believe in time management.”
He grins and wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush. “Sorry. I do love the way you arranged for us to have some alone time. It kind of surprised me, but I think it’s great.”
I smile, feeling accomplished. “Say more.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“More.”
“I plan on making love to you.”
“Hmm, might need further explanation on that one.”
Nash squeezes me once. “All night. Different positions. Start with spooning and sometime during the night you’ll ride me,” he deadpans.
I chortle from his response. “I think I could agree to all of that.” My arms snake around his neck as I almost hang off him.
His fingers dig into the sides of my thighs, and he hoists me up, setting me on the counter. “I could get used to this.”
Our eyes hold as my lips press together. “I had it in my head that we could eat dinner and watch a movie like old times’ sake. I guess we have plenty of opportunities in the future for that.”
With purpose, Nash grazes my body as he stretches to turn off the stove knob. “Plenty,” he rasps.
“One day we will walk down the street hand in hand. That will be new for us. It was never in our cards before,” I point out.
Nash bends his knees and nuzzles his face into my belly. “I need to take you, Summer.” He sounds desperate.
My face must confirm that I agree, as in one swift move, he has me thrown over his shoulder and carries me in the direction of the stairs.
I squeal and attempt to grip the back of his shirt. “Couldn’t carry me the romantic way?” I’m flippant.
He bites into my buttocks before he slides me over his shoulder to change positions to cradle me as he walks. “Better?”
My smile nearly hurts my face. “Yeah, much better.”
I’m still surprised when he manages to carry me up each step without a single sign of struggle.
When he lays me on the bed, I’m positive that I’m melting.
“Every scrap of clothing needs to come off. Not negotiable.”
No hesitation from me as I begin to strip, as does he. My breath is already picking up, and we seem to turn into a frenzy of two frantic people.
The feeling of the mattress against my back doesn’t cure the cold in the room. My nipples have turned into stones, and Nash’s starving eyes have noticed. My body begins to warm when Nash holds his weight above me. Body warmth, right?
