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I’m a little surprised when he gets up to wash our dishes after we finish. Not that he wouldn’t offer, but he didn’t hesitate to do it and made me sit back down when I tried to help. Aren’t dishes part of my job description? I don’t pay any rent, the least I can do is dishes.
After sliding the last plate into the dishwasher, he uncorks a bottle of wine. Shit, all this will do is give me the liquid courage to jump him again.Vagina, it’s a trap. Stay vigilant.
He pours me a glass, and he lifts the stem of his to cheers. I clink my glass and pull my hand back.
“So, what’s for dessert?” He swirls his wine in his glass. He’s not even trying to hide it anymore.
“Snickerdoodles.”
“These damn cookies.”
Going against my better judgment, I pluck one of the cookies from the cooling rack and hold it in front of his mouth. I swallow, and a rush of warmth spreads through me when his eyes darken. There’s a straight-up beast inside him.I want to sharpen its teeth and let it out of its cage.
He doesn’t break eye contact when he slides his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and walks me backward until my ass hits the cabinets behind me. He opens his mouth for me to give him a bite, and I pull my hand back just slightly. It’s akin to playing with fire, I just want to see what happens. A growl rattles in his throat, and he slowly shakes his head, releasing a dark chuckle. “Don’t tease me, Little Bird.”
I’m done for. He takes a bite and watches me under hooded lids as he chews. He always gets what he wants. I’d give about anything to trade places with the cookie he’s devouring. He encircles my wrist, his fingers resting on my pulse, which only causes it to quicken. Then he pulls away from me and turns toward the living room with his glass of wine.What. The hell.
“Come sit with me.”
Really?We both know what’s about to go down. My disappointment is compounded when he sits at the opposite end of the sofa. He angles his body to face me and picks up my feet to set them in his lap, rubbing the soles. I don’t think anybody has ever given me a foot rub before. This is incredible. My back slumps into the cushions, and I snuggle in. It’s not sex, but it’s not bad.
Then we talk.
We talk for hours. About anything and everything. Exchanging stories of our shitty upbringings. Me with Julianne, and him with his mom before he moved in with my parents. I share what I’m comfortable with, but keep a few things to myself. But not him. He’s letting his guard down for me, and I get the impression this is a side of Lonan he reserves for only those closest to him.
“Just because I make millions a year, doesn’t mean I can spend it all. I only have a few years to work, I never know if I’m going to be dropped or traded, and I’ve been playing hockey at one level or another my whole life. It’s a big check for my body to cash. I need to make this salary last the rest of my life.” He takes his last sip of wine and stands to get a refill. He continues from the kitchen, “So far, I’ve been smart about my spending and investing. I have a few sponsorship deals, but I need to keep up appearances so that I can keep working after I retire from the Lakes.”
I think about his reputation while reading articles and seeing pictures of him with random women. It’s hard to believe that the guy from the tabloids is the same man sitting across from me. He returns with the almost empty bottle in his hand and sits next to me this time. We finish the wine, and he pulls me into his lap.
“Better.”
I straddle his thighs and hope it plays out the same way it did last time I was in this position. He shamelessly checks me out, but instead of feeling shy this time, I welcome it. Allowing his stare to blaze across my body. His gaze follows his hands as he brings them down to rest where my thighs meet my hips, and I can already feel the heat pooling below. There’s a heady buzz I get from being the object of his attention. My finger traces around the shell of his ear and behind his neck as I lean in to kiss him.
We pick up right where we left off this afternoon, this time a little slower and more seductive. He’s teasing me with his lips. Every time I try to speed up, he slows down. He’s savoring my frustration, slowly gliding his palms up and down the tops of my thighs. My muscles are tightening, and I’m so close to grinding against him—I want more. He knows I do. The growl he releases when I nip at his lower lip causes me to grip his shoulders a little tighter. Then his fingers are back in my hair—in the opposite direction of where I want them. I nip a little harder this time, and his hold on my hair turns into a grip.Closer...
My patience runs out. “Pull my hair,” I whisper against his lips.
This earns me another growl, and a grin pulls at my lips as his control weakens. I’m winning. He slowly wraps my hair around his fist, building up the anticipation. When he pulls, all the nerve endings in my scalp light up with pleasure. My mouth drops open, and I gasp. He brings his lips to my exposed neck, dragging them down to meet my shoulder, and bites. I flinch and let out a small yelp when it sends a shock wave straight to my core. I’ve never been bitten before. It was more playful than painful. He exhales a small laugh at my response, then uses his tongue like a balm to lick it all better.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Little Bird?” he asks against my skin.
Fuck.A small moan is all I can muster.
“Of course you do.”
His length is straining against the clothing that separates us, its firm between my thighs, and I grind against him, stealing the friction I’ve been craving all evening.
“That’s it,” he coaxes.
I’m in heaven.
And then plunged straight to hell when a doorbell rings from his phone. You’ve got to be kidding me—how do we keep getting interrupted?
“It’s just my dry cleaning from downstairs,” he pants out. “They said it would be delayed. Don’t stop, baby.”
He taps a button on the phone screen. I start to get up, but he pulls me back down on him.
“Don’t worry, they’ll leave it in the hall and go. I promise.”
