I think I’d like to bite it when we get there.
Fuck, do I know where my vibrator is, because after everything tonight I think I’m going to need it.
Either I go analog tonight or I’m going to have to frantically look for it once she leaves.
“You should have stayed.”
“And watched you guys play a person down for the rest of the night? I bet Lawson is pissed.”
Her brow furrows. “Did your old coach make you play injured?”
I freeze, suddenly wanting her to leave, to get out from under the microscope. “Maybe, sometimes. Butthey were always small injuries. We were always going to survive them.”
“Did your team celebrate in the locker room after the game too?”
I shrug. “No, we were always in and out pretty quickly. Loitering wasn’t encouraged after games or practices. Some people may have been celebrating at a bar afterwards, but I wasn’t made aware of it.”
Taylor’s jaw drops, and her frustration twists into rage. “Well, that won’t fly here. We’re a team, a family. We win and lose as one.”
I tut. “It’s okay, Taylor, seriously. I was an expensive trade, and I left our first game in the preseason injured. I’d be pissed if I were Lawson or the GM. It’s a shitty situation, and I didn’t want to hear about how I ruined it for the team.”
She leans closer to me, crawling over my legs, hovering so that she’s not putting her weight on me, but so we can still look each other in the eyes. “Taylor, come on. It’s fine,” I say.
She’s adjusting herself so that she’s straddling my hips, but all I can focus on is how her green eyes are shifting, fluid with emotions that I can’t name. Her blond hair is ruffled, and her eyelashes are perfectly separated.
She looks like an angel.
I place a hand on her cheek, watching her eyelids flutter like butterflies as I rub a thumb across her cheekbone. “What did you do to get put in the sin bin?”
Her eyes peel open. “Checked the girl who took you down. It’s a bit of a blur, but I had her pinned against the boards, and we were cage to cage,” she says a bit lazily as I continue to rub her cheek.
I’m lucky that the t-shirt I’m wearing is baggy enough that she can’t see how hard my nipples suddenly are after hearing that. “You went to the sin bin because she body checked me?”
She’s sheepish for a minuscule moment before nodding. “She hurt you, and I wasn’t going to let that stand. We’re...” She trails off for a moment, and something heavy settles into my stomach. “We’re partners.”
I raise an eyebrow, watching her flush continue down her neck. I want to trail my tongue down every last inch of it. I want to taste the lasting reminder of salty sweat on her body after a game. I want to know what she tastes like on a non-game day to see if she’s sweet. I want to know how delicious each sound coming from her will feel as they reverberate against my skin.
“Partners. In what way?”
She bites her lip, pupils blown as she scooches closer so that she’s leaning overtop of me, barely hovering now. “In every way?” she whispers. I swallow back my heart that’s hammering in my throat. “I want you every way I can.”
“You just found out that you’re bi,” I whisper, “What if I can’t give you everything you deserve?”
She shakes her head. “We’ll cross that bridgewhen we get to it, because there will be things I can’t give you right now that I want to but just need more time. And you told me we would talk it through.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
She ducks her head to pin me to the sofa with her gaze. “And you wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you? I have a hard time with change,” she teases, making me snort.
“I wouldn’t. I just want to be sure.”
She nods, bringing her face in close. The way her breath caresses my face has me holding mine, enjoying every brush.
It’s an erotic heat that has me shuddering with desire. “I want to kiss you again. Can I kiss you?” she asks, each syllable husky with desire, her nose trailing my skin. All I can do is nod, praying for more.
Wanting everything she can give me.
Desiring her: body, mind and soul.
