She gazes up at me through long lashes.
So fucking beautiful.
“You came.”
I run my pointer finger across the back of her right hand, and I see the way her breathing picks up at the smallest touch.
“I already told you, you’re the only girl I’ve ever chased.”
She rolls her lips together, and I’m sure it’s to suppress a satisfied smile.
“Me coming to Vancouver wasn’t a test, if that’s what you think.”
I shrug and lace our fingers together. “Test or not, it makes no difference to me. Did I pass?”
She snorts a soft laugh, and her eyes, winged with black liner, fall to my lips.
Go on, Baby. Kiss me.
“Shouldn’t you be practicing in Seattle?”
Moving myself backward, I take a seat on the couch and part my thighs so she can step between them.
“I have twenty-four hours before I need to be back on the ice.”
She looks at me, aghast. “Will, you are wild. Do you know that?”
“Yeah, I know,” I say on an exhale, releasing her hand so I can palm her hip. I edge her cami up with my thumb, as if her soft skin were begging for my tongue.
Goose bumps break out across her stomach.
“You look insane in this outfit.” I bite on my bottom lip and stare up at her. “How many guys asked to dance with you? Or should I ask, how many of them do I need to beat up?”
A bratty expression overtakes her. “Oh, you know, just a few … dozen.”
I’m jealous, and it’s all over my face. “And how many of those invites did you accept?”
If I wasn’t hard before, I’m like stone when she hitches up her skirt and straddles my thighs in a cowgirl position, running one hand through my hair.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but is William Jensen Jones actually jealous?”
I could play it cool and deny it, but that would also mean lying.
“Yeah, Drew,” I say, playing with her braid between my fingers, “I am. Do you have an issue with that?”
She looks off to the side and inhales a deep breath. On the face of it, we might be messing around, although we both know that behind my words lies a more serious message.
One that screams of possession and exclusivity beyond a hookup arrangement.
“Back in New York, you told me you didn’t want me hooking up with other women if we were actively sleeping together,” I whisper before sucking on her neck. “The thing is, Drew, I can’t deal with thoughts of another man’s hands on you.”
I run my fingers from her knees all the way to the hem of her skirt—needy heat radiating hotter, the higher I travel. “Your body molds to me perfectly when I hold it like this.”
I suck again, and she melts into me.
“And I can tell you right now that there is no one else in this world who can make you feel as special as I do. June will confirm that I’ve never been good at sharing, and I’m not feeling generous when it comes to you.”
When Drew tugs at my white shirt, I raise my arms overhead so she can remove it.
