I’m glad I don’t have to share a room with him. Really wish I had my own room, but it’s some dumb hockey tradition—one of the dumber ones the team has. Instead of spreading out and actually having our own rooms, one of the teams back in the day decided the team all had to stay together in one house.
Over the years, we’ve grown into two houses to fit all the guys, but it still sucks. I want the privacy of my own room to bring someone home.
Not that I do it that often. I’ve never been one for puck bunnies. The younger guys love them. Not me. Not like Randy does.
Now that I’ve actually met someone, I want to be able to take her somewhere private.
Which, based on Randy’s plans for the evening here, I won’t get.
Spritzing on a spray of cologne, I’m out the door. “Stay out of my room tonight, Randy!”
“No promises!”
I ignore him as I head out to my Jeep to get Angie.
I’m nervous. More nervous than I should be for a first date. I don’t take it lightly that Angie said yes to me. Shecould have very well told me to fuck right off and that’s it. No more tutoring or anything.
But she said yes.
As I pull up to the curb outside of her building, I’m so fucking thankful she did.
Because holy shit.
Angela Brooks-Young is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. Tight dark jeans cling to her legs. The bright red sweater she’s wearing hangs off one shoulder, showing off a black lace tank. Her hair is curling around her shoulders.
I’m about ready to say screw our plans and take her back upstairs to her apartment. Because I don’t know how I’m expected to make it through the night without showing her everything I feel for her.
And I fucking want it all.
Parking the car, I hit the flashers and jump out.
“Hey, Angie.” My voice is breathy as I approach her. I sound like a fucking high schooler who’s out on his first date.
“Hey. You look good.” Her eyes rake over me, and it takes everything in me not to flex my muscles to show off for her.
The hard part is over. I got her on a first date.
Now I’m only hoping for more.
“Not as good as you.” I flip her hair behind her shoulder, resting my hand there.
“Aren’t you a smooth talker?” Angie’s mouth turns up into a small smile.
“Can I kiss you?” It’s out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ask that.”
“You can.”
“Wait, really?” I’m shocked by her answer.
Instead of telling me yes, she pushes up onto her toes and kisses me.
Her lips are soft and taste like vanilla. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her in closer. I tease her bottom lip, dragging my tongue along it. Angie’s hands fist into my shirt as I slide my tongue inside her sweet mouth.
I tilt her head to the side and deepen the kiss. Her tongue matches mine, stroke for stroke. I can’t get enough. I chase her taste, wanting to discover everything she likes.
“Get a room!” someone yells out from a window above us.
“Sorry.” I step back, adjusting my jeans and putting some distance between the two of us. It helps to cool the electricity buzzing through me.
