His brows raised. “Me in the kitchen, you mean?”
“A man who can cook—I die over the thought of that.”
“Don’t die. He’s right here.” He brought the bottle up to his lips, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “What do you think of the pizza?”
I’d taken a small bite, surprised that it wasn’t dried out and still somewhat warm, the crust crispy like I preferred, the toppings a perfect mix. “Delicious.”
“It’s not too cold?”
“Cold doesn’t bother me, but no, it’s not.” I nodded toward him. “Are you not having any?”
He bent his head and leaned his body in closer, causing me to instantly draw in some air, and he took a bite from the side of my slice.
I laughed as I watched him chew. “You’re an animal off the field too.”
He smirked. “I’d rather have some of yours.”
“And what if I don’t like to share?”
He swallowed and moved in again, holding eye contact as his mouth parted and he surrounded the crust. He paused right there, the smile no longer on his lips but in his eyes, and he eventually pulled backto chew what he’d bitten off. “I told you, it’s either you or pizza—but I’m going to eat something.”
“Do you want me to make that choice for you?”
“I want you to tell me what you want, Emily.”
I set down the plate and took the bottle from his hand. There was something so sensual about putting my lips on the same place his had just been, letting the scotch pour into my mouth, burning my tongue before it went down my throat.
There was no such thing as liquid courage at this point.
I knew what I wanted. It was brewing within me, and saying it out loud was going to give me such relief.
I licked the wetness off my lips. “You.”
“Me.” His head did a solo nod, and he flattened his palms on either side of me. “I need to explain something to you.” He positioned himself between my legs, his hands now on my neck, aiming my eyes up at his. “It’s about the question you asked, the one I’ve yet to answer, so I will right now. Yes, I have needs, Emily. Needs that are strong, that are fucking hungry, that are feral. And how I take care of those needs is with women. I already told you that I don’t have time for dating. My son gets all of me, and there are no exceptions to that. So when I’m with a woman, it’s for one night and one night only. Tonight, I want that woman to be you.” He stroked his thumb along the bottom of my jaw, goose bumps rising over every inch of my skin. “If I’m what you want, I need to know that you’re okay with these parameters. That you understand exactly what I’m saying. That you won’t be expecting any more from me.”
If I was looking for honesty, I couldn’t have possibly gotten any more than what he’d just voiced.
The guidelines had been defined.
Nothing would happen beyond tonight.
But what I would get out of this, more than likely, was the best sex of my life. Or, at the very least, I would be getting laid by the hottest man alive, with a body I was dying to see naked. And I would get tofulfill every thought that had run through my head since seeing Gavin on the ice at that game.
Plus, I would finally be out of this endless sex-deprived zone.
I didn’t know whether he was someone I wanted to date. I didn’t know whether we were even compatible. All I knew was that our sexual chemistry was scorching, I was beyond attracted to him, and if anyone was going to rock my world, I wanted it to be him.
“I accept.” I finally touched his chest, my fingertips meeting muscle that was as hard as the counter beneath me. “But under one condition.”
“I’m listening.”
“The most I’ve ever gotten off in one night was twice. Gavin”—I tapped his pec, the feel of it causing me to let out a tiny moan—“you need to break that record.”
He let out a chuckle, a sound that wrapped around my legs and dove between them. “I’m not just going to break it. I’m going to fucking destroy it.”
Chapter Four
Gavin
