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“Well, that sounds like a reliable source.” I stare down at her, feeling irritated by the gossip mill and a little bit at Danika for believing it. “I have to say, I’m a little insulted that you’d think I’d be hitting on you if I were engaged. Just because I’m a hockey player doesn’t mean I’m an asshole.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed the worst, but to be fair, you’re probably the most cocky guy I’ve ever met and that’s saying something.”
“Cocky, yes. But I’m also loyal.” I smile down at her. “And very single.”
“Listen, Clint, I really can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
She shakes her head, looking adorably irritated. “I’ve already told you. I’m here to win and that doesn’t involve letting some guy distract me.”
“I’m not just some guy. I’m the right guy.” I lower my face to hers and hold my lips an inch from hers. “I’m going to help you win.”
Seven
Danika
I close my eyes just as his lips touch mine. Softly. Slowly. Carefully, as though he’s testing the waters with one toe only to find me warm and inviting. The sounds of voices echoing around the enormous stadium fade into the background as I let myself disappear into him.
He tastes like mint and smells of soap and aftershave. And the feeling of his mouth on mine is pure heaven. I’ve never been kissed like this before. Not one time. This is what Tasha and I would call a movie kiss—you know, the kind that your leg floats up behind you on its own without you even meaning to. I want to sigh and smile and scream all at the same time, but I won’t because then he wouldn’t be kissing me, and I don’t ever want him to stop.
I let my skate bag fall to the floor with a thump, then roam his perfectly sculpted abs and chest with my fingertips. His hands find their way to my hips and he pulls me to him, then spins us so my back is to the wall and his body is pressed against me, his huge, hard erection pressed against my stomach. I have to crane my neck to reach him because he’s so tall, and for one brief moment, I’m wishing I were Brooke. Or at least had a step ladder.
And, oh, my God. What he’s doing with his tongue right now is heating me up like a vat of lip wax on a burner. His hands move to my bottom and he lifts me up and presses me against the wall, my girl parts right against his manhood. A loud whistling sound breaks the spell and our mouths separate. I hear male laughter in the hall and then someone tells us to get a room.
I bury my head in Clint’s neck, hoping that the people approaching won’t see who I am. There are a few of them, they have Swedish accents as they tease Clint, who they obviously know. He laughs and says, “This is my warm up for kicking your asses.”
When they leave, I lift my face and stare at him. The look he gives me burns through my entire body, his eyes saying so much without him saying a word.
I bite my lip and feel my heart racing in my chest. “If I could be kissed like this every day, I’d never need a massage therapist again.”
“Told you I’d help you.” He grins.
“Wow. Just, wow.”
He lowers me to the floor and kisses me again, this time on the forehead, before pulling me in for a big hug. He’s so huge compared to me that I feel like a child again, safe and warm in his muscular arms.
“Let’s go get something to eat. We need to put some meat on those bones.” He picks up my bag and his hockey bag in one hand, slings them over his shoulder, then takes my hand in his other one and leads me out of the building.
I go along before my brain can tell me how stupid this is, and before I know it, we’re on our first date. We end up going into a Korean barbeque restaurant and Clint asks for a booth at the back. The place is almost empty since it’s the middle of the afternoon. The waiter finds a spot for our bags next to the table and we slide into the curved booth and sit so close together that our knees are touching.
After we place our orders, Clint laces his fingers through mine and we both sit and stare at our hands. At the same time that I say, “You’ve got really big hands,” he says, “God, you’ve got tiny hands.”
Then we look at each other and smile like two fools in love. But we can’t be in love. We’ve only just met and we don’t know each other and when he’s not kissing me, he pretty much drives me nuts.
“I’m so glad that underwear model went back to her husband.”
“You and me both.” He smiles and his eyes flick down to my lips. I ache for him to kiss me again but the waiter shows up with our waters and interrupts the moment. When he walks away, Clint stares at me again, then licks his lips. “I want to take you home with me.”
“I shouldn’t. I have to go to the gym to workout after this.”
“I meant once we get back to the States. To my real home.”
My mouth drops and I quickly close it and shake my head. “You can’t mean that. We haven’t even had a real date yet.”
“We’re on one now.” He leans down and gives me a lingering kiss. “Besides, I knew the moment I laid eyes on you on the plane.”
“Oh, sure, you probably say that to all the girls.”
