“Yeah I can,” I snorted. I did it all the time. “I won’t complain or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ll be good til tomorrow,” I reassured him with a smile.
“Well, I’m extra hungry so I bought a lot. You might have to help me finish,” he responded.
As we walked, he reached to hold my hand. His hand felt dry and calloused, probably from hockey, and I secretly loved that he was holding mine.
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While we checked into the hotel, I felt Duke’s jittery energy as he wistfully looked at his friends playing mini-sticks in thelobby.
“Go ahead,” I whispered to him. “We’ll take your bags.”
He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face. “Really?”
Usually we stuck together because he knew I didn’t like being alone… but with Nick here, he had way more freedom. When I nodded, he quickly grabbed a mini-stick out of his bag, dumped it by our feet, and ran to catch his friends.
Nick and I slowly made our way to the roomthen.
I wondered for a split second whether my parents would be upset or not with Nick tagging along. Then again, they’d probably be grateful for him driving… and Duke was staying in the room with us anyway, so it’s not like they paid for some kinda love shack for us or anything.
As soon as we entered the room, Nick dumped the bags and then flopped down on one of the beds.
When I hesitated, he patted the space beside him.
I didn’t have to be told twice. I climbed up on the bed and grabbed the clicker.
“Who says you get to pick, missy?” he asked me.
“I grabbed it first,” I said, feeling giddy over being alone with him.
“Oh, she thinks she’s in charge?” he exclaimed with raised eyebrows.
“Yes,” I said sweetly, biting my lip waiting for his answer.
“Nope!” he called out and then rolled over to tickle-attack me. I had no clue how his hands could be all over me at once, but it really felt like it. I wasn’t sure if I was laughing or crying for him to stop, but at some point he mercy-ed me. He collapsed on top of me and I struggled to move him.
“Nope. Can’t be moved, babe. Stayin’ here,” he said. The word “babe” rolled off his lips so easily, and I secretly cherished the title.
“You win!” I told him finally, and he shot me a wicked smile before rolling away from me.
“I always do, don’t forget it,” he winked, and then ripped off his shirt before shifting his way tohug me frombehind.
The brief look at his bare upper-body made me feel hot. He was pretty skinny, but the guy practically had an eight-pack.
His rough hands smoothed down my arms, and then were massaging my legs, and I felt my eyes close, enjoying his touch.
“You’re so smooth,” he whispered, and I could detect a smile in his words.
I turned in his arms to face his chest. “You’re so rough…” I told him. He drew his eyebrows down, not understanding me. “No, it’s good,” I laughed. I lightly trailed my nails over his chest and arms. He wordlessly lifted his arm in the air, directing me to keep trailing my nails up and down his arm. I laughed and obliged. “You’re just manly…muscular.”
“Really?” he asked in a husky voice.
I found his eyes and my voice caught in my throat over the way he was looking at me.
His hands roamed my body again. “God, you’re so beautiful, Savannah,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver against him.
His hand moved underneath my lulu tank top then. He slowly trailed it up my stomach and then to my boob. No one had ever done that before. He smoothed a thumb over the center of it, and I released a whimper, shocked by how that felt. Shocked by how attracted to him I was feeling. He reached further down then and fingered the top of my panties.
“You should stop me now,” hesaid.
