“Did you just forgetIwas the one on the ice?”
“BecauseIput you there.”
I chuckle. “Baby,” I murmur, stealing another kiss. “Any time you want to knock me down and climb on top of me”—I nip at her bottom lip—“you have full permission to do so.”
She narrows her eyes.
Then smiles, launching herself into my arms.
“Whoa—” I say, digging in my edges.
But then her mouth is on mine, kissing me deep and long and?—
Pain radiates through my ass again as I go down a second time, Finn on top of me.
“Whoops,” she says when she pulls back, her eyes dancing, her lips a little swollen and far too tempting. “Did I do that?”
I narrow my eyes and drag her mouth back to mine. “You’ll pay for that.”
A wink. “I hope so.”
And that devilish little wink is the reason we get kicked out of the rink.
Or maybe…
It’s because I can’t stop myself from tasting her again.
“How’s your ass?”
I slant my gaze at her as we walk into the house. “I know howyoursis going to be if you keep bringing it up.”
“Poor baby,” she murmurs, sweeping her hand over the ass cheek in question?—
The one that’s been aching since our attempt at skating.
And I definitely meanour.
Thankfully, dinner was less eventful, and we both enjoyed the Thai restaurant. Same goes for the glass of wine before strolling along the trails outside of Oak Ridge. Even at night they’re lit up prettily, and because the air has a bit of a chill, I had another excuse to keep Finn and her luscious body close to mine.
Even more so when we finished the night off with ice cream.
I catch her hand and press my lips to her palm…
Then swatherdelicious ass cheek.
“Hey!” she protests.
“Thisgorgeous ass has been teasing me all night.” I nuzzle at her throat. “Hell, it’s been teasing me for months now.”
“Likewise.” She turns her head, nips at my jaw. “I have it on real authority that hockey players have the best asses.”
That has me chuckling and drawing her into the kitchen. “Who is this authority?”
“Me.” She grins. “And Rory and Chrissy and even Dee might have mentioned it.”
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea to be talking to my coach about my ass.”
“We were referencing asses in general.” She shrugs. “Plus, if there’s any ass she’s obsessed with, it’s Huddy’s.”
