I shrugged, biting the hell out of my lip to keep from smiling. “A make or break.”
“Ouch. We’re a little early for ultimatums.” He lifted me off the counter. “Come on. My room is downstairs. We have the basement all to ourselves.”
I grabbed my carry-on bag, and Cage took our suitcases.
“Wow. Nice basement. Or shrine. It really is more of a shrine.”
Cage laughed, taking our luggage into the bedroom.
My eyes remained glued to the wall. “I’m glad you see the humor in it so I won’t feel so bad when I say, ‘Oh. My. God.’ I mean, common sense tells me there has to be a wall behind all these posters and photos, but without that common sense it really does look like the posters and photosarethe wall.” I stepped closer, inspecting the non-existent spacing between the frames.
Cage in high school.
Cage in college.
Cage with Minnesota.
Cage receiving award after award.
Cage.
Cage.
Cage.
“My mom is my number one fan.”
“No shit. I’d considered taking on the role myself, but clearly I’m way out of my league.”
He swept my hair off to one side and kissed my neck, pressing his body to my back. “Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”
“No. N-not yet.” I closed my eyes as his hands slid under my shirt, finding their way to my breasts.
“You are. You’re so damn beautiful in every way.”
His touch made me crazy. The ending of my cycle made me horny. The combination of both made me not care where we were. I turned in his arms. My grin screamed come hither.
“Couch, Monaghan.”
He quirked a brow.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
He smirked, taking several steps back before flopping onto the enormous brown sectional. I grabbed one of his tennis shoes and pulled it off and then the other. His socks followed suit.
“Can you feel it, Monaghan? You’re getting ready to score again. What if your off-season record surpasses your regular-season record?” I shrugged off my shirt.
His gaze dropped to my chest. “I love when you talk my language.”
I slipped off my shoe. Each item of clothing got tossed in a different direction for theatrics.
My favorite dimples came out, approving of my strip tease.
“Mind if I lose the leg?” I asked.
He shook his head. There really were no words to describe how his lack of any sort of reaction made me feel.
Not one flinch.
