My agent called before the event tonight. Told me I’ve still got a spot on the team if I want it. I told him I’d give him a call back when I had Ellie’s answer. I wasn’t going to tell him yes until I knew Ellie would come with me.
I called my mom on the way home too. She was ecstatic to hear the team won the other night and that the fundraiser went well. I wish she could have come, but she’s been so busy and I didn’t want her to feel like she had to drop everything just to come to a stupid fundraiser.
Taking a seat at the island, I scroll through my phone and wait for Ellie to get home. She should be here any minute now.
After sending a text to the group chat letting them know we absolutely crushed it tonight, the front door opens and I listen as Ellie takes off her shoes and drops her bag to the floor.
She heads directly to the kitchen like I knew she would. Her face lights up as soon she sees me. I’m thankful that she no longer grimaces every time she looks at me. Seeing her smile is so much better for my ego.
“Hey,” she says, her voice sweet and quiet. She’s back in leggings and hoodie, her hair thrown up in a bun on top of her head. She could be wearing a trash bag and still look stunning.
Grinning, I say, “hey, Sweetheart.”
She walks toward me slowly, eyeing the wine glasses on the counter.
“Wine?” she asks. “My, we’re getting fancy.”
When she’s close enough, my arms circle around her waist, bringing her to stand in between my legs.
“If you think this is fancy, wait until I take you to this steakhouse on the upper east side. It’s the best fucking steak you’ll ever have in your entire life,” I whisper seductively. She hums.
“You’re making me hungry,” Ellie accuses, her cheeks turning pink. Taking a loose piece of hair that’s fallen out of her bun, I twist it between my fingers. My dick hardens when she bites her lip.
“Would you like me to feed you, Sweetheart?” I ask, and I think we’re both very aware that we’re not talking about actual food right now.
Ellie nods. “Yes, please.”
Standing from my seat, I pick Ellie up, her legs and arms wrapping around me.
“Let’s eat,” I say, heading up the stairs with her in my arms.
Chapter 42
Ellie
J
amie’s door barely closes before his hands are all over me, pressing me against the wall with a hunger that makes my pulse spike. I can smell the faint traces of his cologne mixed with the scent of wine on his breath, and the combination makes my head swim in the best possible way.
“I can’t believe we really pulled that off. I though for sure someone would screw it up,”I breathe, laughing as Jamie's mouth finds the curve of my neck. His teeth graze my skin, and goosebumps fill my arms. He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. His brown hair is slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it all evening, and I freaking love that I can see the barely contained excitement practically vibrating through him.
“It’s because of you.”
“You helped,”I remind him, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. He lets me pull it over his head.“We make a pretty good team, I guess.”
“I agree. And to think you almost refused to work with me,” he chuckles, and then his mouth crashes into mine.
It feels raw and desperate, all tongue and teeth, and I feel it everywhere. My nipples tighten into peaks, heat grows between my thighs, and my heart races. If there was some way we could be in each other’s skin, we would be. We’re pulling and tugging at one another and it’s both chaotic and thrilling. Jamie groans against my mouth and the sound goes straight to my core.
His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into the thin fabric of my leggings.
“Your smile tonight, after it was all over… I want to see that smile over and over again for the rest of my life, and I want to be the one that puts it there,” Jamie drawls as he walks us carefully to the bed.
“I loved seeing your smile, too. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile like that since we were seventeen.”
He pushes me down onto the mattress, and I land with a soft bounce. He stands over me for a moment, and I stare at his sculpted chest and abs, the ones he’s worked on since he was a teenager. I don’t remember a day where he skipped the gym. Not even when his father died, and playing professional hockey all these years? I don’t doubt the number of hours he’s put into his physical appearance.
I watch his eyes travel down my body with an intensity that makes me feel like I'm already naked.
