Page 69 of For Crosby

“Do that again,” he murmured into the side of my neck.

“Do what?”

“Laugh.”

I craned my neck to look at him over my shoulder. “I laugh all the time.”

“But you did it because of something I did. I want to make you laugh all the time.” He twisted me in his arms. My hands landed on his shoulders before slipping around his neck. Our soaked bodies pressed against each other. “Sorry I didn’t before.”

“Before, you didn’t know me.” I lifted my hands to his cold flushed cheeks. “Now you do.”

He smiled, and the candidness in his smile dipped my belly. I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him slow and soft, quite a contrast to the cold seeping into our skin and the rain ricocheting off our bodies. My tongue dipped inside his mouth, so warm and inviting. His fingers tunneled into my hair as he held me tighter, deepening the kiss in the empty parking lot in the middle of a rainstorm.

Our breathing was ragged when I pulled out of the kiss. “I want more moments like this with you,” I said.

“Done.”

I grinned. “Is everything that easy with you?”

“Yup.”

My head fell back and I laughed, the rain jabbing my face yet again. This time I slipped free of Crosby’s grasp and took off running. “Race you home,” I called over my shoulder.

“I’m already home,” he called.

I stopped and turned back to face him. His feet remained planted in the same spot where I’d left him. What he’d said and the smitten look in his eyes sent a shiver through my already chilled body. I swallowed hard. “So, you’re not coming?”

He pushed his soaked hair away from his face as he took a couple steps toward me. “I’m coming. I was just admiring your ass. I need something to get me through those long nights in Tennessee.”

“You’ll be gone for one night.”

“One night with you on my mind and Tennessee’s ass in the palm of my hand.”

“What is it with you and asses?”

He stopped in front of me and looked down with raindrops hanging from his long eyelashes. “Don’t worry. I don’t discriminate. I like every part of your body.”

I slipped my arms around his waist and stared up at him. “The feeling’s mutual.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Crosby

I tried Sabrina’s phone as soon as I entered the visitors’ locker room after our victory over Tennessee. I couldn’t wait to tell her about my two goals, but she wasn’t answering her phone.

I hopped in the shower, hoping there’d be a message waiting by the time I got out. I hadn’t realized how starved I was for someone to talk to about hockey. Sure, my mom asked about my games when we spoke, but having Sabrina now, someone to get all excited for me and share in my excitement, was something I hadn’t realized I needed.

I stepped back into the locker room drying off from my shower. Some of the guys were already dressed and heading to the bus. Jeremy stood at his locker in a towel, hovering over his phone with a couple of other guys. They laughed at something on the screen.

Jeremy’s eyes lifted from the phone and his glare met mine.

My eyes narrowed. Had the assholes gone and recorded me in the shower? I was starting to think they liked seeing me naked.

“You and Sabrina have fun over break?” Jeremy asked.

I cocked my head. “Come again?”

He shrugged. “Just saying it must’ve been nice having the whole campus to yourselves. What’d you two crazy kids do?”

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