“I like my shirt on you,” he said, his breath warm in her ear.
“Funny, I like itoffyou,” she told him.
Food would have been happily forgotten if her phone hadn’t rang, the shrill interruption startling them apart.
“That’s my Lexi ringtone,” she said, her breath coming in bursts.
Nick arched his brows. “Do I get my own ringtone?”
Laughing, she pulled out of his arms. “If I don’t answer, she’ll show up.”
Placing a hard kiss on her lips, he stepped around her. “I’ll grab your coffee.”
She watched him walk out of her bedroom and tried to calm herself. It felt like she had a whole cheering squad living in her chest. Rooting for Nick. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she said hello to her friend.
“Let me up. I brought scones.” With that, Lexi hung up and Maisie rushed to grab some pants of her own but not didn’t bother to change the shirt.
Nick was walking out of the kitchen—her place wasn’t very big and with his size, he made it seem even smaller—with a to-go cup of coffee, holding it out to her with a sweet look on his face.
She took it, had a sip then set it on the table. “Lexi is coming up.”
“What?” He looked behind him which made her laugh and then asked, “She’s here now?”
“Yeah. She was probably worried about me. Maybe you should put a shirt on,” Maisie said, her eyes tracking over his muscled chest in an effort to commit it to memory before he had to cover it up.
“Don’t want her seeing what’s yours?” The tease in his voice was clear but holy hell it sent shock waves through Maisie’s system and her eyes locked on his.
She reached out, pressed her hand flat against his heated skin,heartbeats heavy along every inch of her body. “Are you trying to make me ignore my friend and take you back to bed?”
Nick chuckled, leaned down for a kiss. “Is that an option?”
Lexi knocked. Maisie leaned away, pointed to the bedroom.
“Shirt.”
“You’re wearing mine,” he said, reaching for it and making her laugh.
“You have more. I’ll go let her in.”
“Yes, dear,” he said, amusement lacing his tone and making her laugh.
On the way to the door, she considered a few options for handling what came next. She remembered meeting Will the first time and winced at how forward she’d been. Turn around was fair play and there was a good chance her friend was going to execute some payback.
Pulling the door open, Maisie didn’t give Lexi a chance to speak. “I have company.”
Lexi, who’d taken a step in, pulled up short, a pretty gift bag with bright tissue paper in her arms. “Company, like?”
Maisie bit her lip.
Lexi’s eyes widened. “Like a hotter-than-hell hockey player who was supposed to be a one-night stand who you’re falling head over ass for?”
Maisie scowled. “That isnotthe expression.”
“Wow. Girls do tell each other everything,” Nick said from behind them.
Seeing her friend’s gaze widen even more as a toothy grin spread across her face, Maisie turned to see Nick leaning, arms crossed, on the wall in her tiny hallway. He wore yet another Guardians shirt. It might be all he owned.
“We absolutely do,” Lexi said, kicking the door shut behind her.
