His expression brightened, and his dark eyes crinkled when he smiled. “That sounds like a hell of a good deal.”
Before she could walk away, intending to make a list of things to tide them over until she made a proper run to the grocery store, he snagged her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
She braced her hands on the back of the couch, one arm on either side of his head, as his hands skimmed over her back and then cupped her ass. “You’re going to make me forget what I need to put on the shopping list.”
“Milk,” he said. “And some other stuff.”
He kissed her before she could point out it was the other stuff she needed to figure out, but as soon as his lips touched hers, she stopped caring. That’s what delivery was for.
She moaned when he caught her lip between his teeth with just enough pressure to make her squirm before kissing that spot. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she buried her hand in his hair, her fingers sliding through the soft strands.
But when he slid his hand up the back of her shirt, stroking bare skin, she ignored the hunger that was always there but definitely flared up when he had his hands on her, and she broke off the kiss.
“You’re trying to get out of going to the market,” she said.
“No, I’m not. I’m just…delaying our departure a little.”
Laughing, she slapped at the hand he was not-very-stealthily sliding up to her breast. “I’m not getting naked and then getting dressed again to go to the store.”
“Milk is overrated anyway.”
“You won’t be saying that when you have to drink your coffee black in the morning.”
She watched his expression as the battle waged—the erection currently pressed against the inside of her thigh versus waking up to no milk for their coffee—and then he sighed. “I hate coffee with no milk.”
“Then do some algebra in your head or something while I make a list.” She climbed off his lap and moved out of his reach before he could change his mind.
“I was always really good at algebra, you know. It’s way too easy for it to distract me from picturing you naked.” When she gave him a skeptical look, he shrugged. “What? Didn’t I mention I got my degree with high honors?”
“Then think about something hard.” Before he could even open his mouth, she rolled her eyes and turned away. “Save it.”
His laughter filled the apartment and she shook her head, opening the shopping list app on her phone and adding milk before opening the fridge to figure out what else they needed. But when she went to open the pantry, the box she’d set on the end of the counter caught her eye. It was a gift from Annie and Kara, one of Kristen’s other friends, and she’d forgotten about it until now.
She’d have to remember that gift when they got back from the market, she thought, because what was in that box would definitely cheer him up.
“For a woman who hates hockey,you sure have a lot to say about it.” Will couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed an All-Star Game he wasn’t skating in. It had been years, though. Before his attendance had become something of a given and watching had reinforced his drive to make the cut.
But watching a game with Kristen was a hell of a lot more fun than he would have thought. While she might have chosen to turn her back on the sport, it was very obvious she’d been raised a Burke.
“What’s the point of bringing all the best players in the league—except you, of course—in to play if you’re going to bring refs that don’t know what freakin’ tripping looks like?”
He tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. “You do know this game doesn’t really count, right? It’s just for fun.”
“I’m sure the guy that just kissed the ice thought it wassuperfun.”
“Burke got a goal. That should put you in a good mood. And Mitchell got one.”
She sighed as the network cut to a commercial, and she stood up. Usually she was curled against him when they watched TV, but she had a tendency to use her hands a lot when she was ranting, and the last thing he needed was theHometown Hoserfinding out he’d taken another shot—even accidentally—to the face from another Burke.
When she started gathering up the debris from the pizza and wings they’d been snacking on for an hour, he was going to get up, but she waved him back. “I’ve got this. I can work off some of my frustration with this stupid sport.”
He wasn’t about to miss that opening. “You know what’s a good way to work off frustration?”
“So smooth, Lecroix,” she said, rolling her eyes for good measure. “However can I resist such a charming line?”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“Watch your game. I’m going to load the dishwasher and then change into TV-watching clothes. I ate too much.”
