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"You mean that, don't you?" she whispers.
The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. I follow the path it takes, groaning quietly. Who knew you could be jealous of a tongue?
"I rigged a charity contest to get time alone with you," I point out. Maybe cheating in a charity contest makes me a dick. That's fine. I'll accept the title so long as I'm the dick she's dating. "Atthis point, I think it's fairly obvious there isn't a lot I wouldn't do for a chance with you."
Her lips part slightly.
And I can't take it anymore.
I slide my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. My lips touch hers. A little spark jumps from her lips to mine, almost like static electricity. Except static electricity never made my dick hard or my heart race.
She makes the softest, sweetest sound I've ever heard.
I touch my tongue to her soft bottom lip to get a taste of her and then reluctantly pull back. We're sitting at a red light. I can't exactly pull her into my lap and fuck her right here. And, believe me, no one is more devastated by that fact than I am.
"I'm exactly where I want to be," I murmur, touching the tip of her button nose.
"Okay," she whispers back, her expression dazed.
I grin, my heart turning over in my chest.
I can't wait to lose my mind over this girl.
Chapter Five
Laney
"This Zamboni has seenthings," Weston says, patting the side of the machine with a mischievous grin. "A lot of bare-assed naked things."
"Wes!" I cry, laughing. He's been showing me around the arena for the last two hours. His tour is not like any guided tour I've ever been on. His is littered with true stories about the things his teammates have gotten up to in this arena. I think I know more about them than I ever wanted to know.
They're all insane.
I can't remember the last time I laughed this much.
"I'm serious," he says, his gray eyes dancing with amusement. "Coach was pissed when he saw the mess we made on the ice. Told us we weren't allowed to leave until we cleaned it up. SoTheo and Jonas had the bright idea that they'd use the trowel on the Zamboni to sweep the food off the ice. Jonas climbed his naked ass right up in the seat and took off."
"He did not!"
"He did," Weston says, laughing quietly. "It was a disaster. The Zamboni steamrolled the cake right into the ice. They ended up having to pay to have the ice redone. There was no getting the cake off. Coach worked us like fucking dogs for the rest of the month. We're still not allowed to bring cake into the arena unless it stays in the locker room."
"You guys are terrible," I say, shaking my head and laughing.
"I had nothing to do with it. I wasn't nearly drunk enough to deal with seeing Jonas bare-assed naked on a Zamboni, screamingyeehawlike some demented Canadian cowboy," he mutters, prowling toward me. "I still have nightmares."
"That's what you get for throwing cake at your teammates."
"I'm completely innocent. Cake is too delicious to waste on those assholes."
I snort, not sure I believe that. Weston may be a beast, but there's another side to him too, one he doesn't show many people. Underneath all that grumpy, growly hotness, he's sweet and playful. It's obvious that he cares a lot about his teammates and everyone who works here. He seems to know them all by name. Anytime we've come across any of the employees today, he's stopped to talk to them for a few minutes.
This is the Weston my dad knew and admired, the one I've had a crush on for so long. After yesterday, I wasn't sure what to expect of today, but I think my crush is growing bigger by the minute. I genuinely like him. And he's been nothing but sweet to me all morning.
I gave him an out yesterday, but he didn't take it. I think he may be telling me the truth about wanting to spend time with me. Plus, he kissed me. My first kiss was with Weston freakingDavies! He keeps touching me too, putting his hand on my arm or on my back, or playing with my hair.
My panties are ruined at this point. And I'm pretty sure everyone can see my nipples.
"You hungry?" he asks.
