Page 34 of The Comeback

“My bedroom if there’s any god out there.” The words spill out before I have time to think them through.

I’m about to try to laugh it off when she comes back with a whisper soft response, sliding her hand into mine. “Ok.”

My eyes widen and my dick jumps. “What?”

“I said ok. You been hit in the head too many times?” She tilts her head to the side, a playful gleam lighting up those eyes.

“Probably, but that’s not why…are you sure?” I can’t believe she’s agreeing to this. I can’t even believe I had the audacity to spring it on her. All that energy from the game, and my relief at seeing her overtook my common sense.

Every second that passes while she formulates her answer feels like an hour. “Yes. I am. I think we need to explore this. Get it out of our systems. You know.”

Disappointment worms its way through me. She doesn’t want me the way I want her. I should say no, but if this is the only way I get her then I’ll take it. And then I’ll figure out how to win the rest of her over.

I slide my free hand into her hair and bend down to meet her lips in a soft sweet promise of a kiss. “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper in her tiny shell of an ear.

Chapter 25

Abby

Hekepthishandsto himself on the ride home. Mostly. One big hand rested on my denim clad thigh drawing continuous circles that sent heat straight to my core. It inched a little bit higher the closer we got to his place until I was squirming in my seat and clenching my thighs together.

I’m wild by the time we scramble out of the car. We clash together in a jumble of hands grasping and we stumble to the door attached at the lips. He fumbles his keys swearing when he drops them. He shoots me a look when I giggle and I shrug.

“You’re not going to be laughing, soon.” He warns me in a dark tone that sends an anticipatory shiver up my spine.

“Is that a promise?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s a guarantee.” The husky gravel in his tone scrapes across my sensitive skin.

His normal athletic grace apparently isn’t enough to keep him on his feet with me latched to him, because he tumbles sideways as the door finally gives in and we land in a laughing heap on the floor.

The haze clears from his eyes and he gives me a concerned look. “Are you ok?” His hands start patting over me as if he’s checking for injury.

“Um, yeah. You’re not a bad cushion. A little harder than I like, but better than the floor.”His eyes follow mine as I look down pointedly at where our bodies are pressed together. That seems to be enough to get him back in the mood judging by the twitch of his already hard length against my stomach.

In what must be a herculean feat of strength he ignores it and pushes up to his feet, pulling me along with them before taking a step back. His hand rips through his dark hair tousling it into a wild mess as if we already enjoyed the bed part of this endeavor.

His eyes dart around everywhere but at me. “We don’t have to…you know…” The waving hand he uses to replace the words is pretty funny. For such a hot shit hockey player he doesn’t seem as sure of himself as I thought he’d be.

I raise my brows. “Have sex?” The words spill out a little more blunt than I intended but ah well. Apparently he wasn’t expecting it either judging by the startled look on that gorgeous face.

“Um, yeah.”

Nope. Not backing out now. “I want to. But if you don’t, it’s fine.”

“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to.” He lunges at me, all uncertainty gone with my confirmation. His hands land on my cheeks to pull me in for a blistering kiss. We clash in a tangle of tongues and bruising lips. His tongue seeks entrance slipping in to slide across mine. His back muscles ripple beneath my fingers with every movement and I want more. I want to feel all of his smooth skin underneath my hands. I slide down further and further until I reach his ass. The one I’ve been admiring ever since that fateful day that brought him back into my life. It’s everything I thought it would be. Rounded and tight, flexing beneath my nails. The thought of him thrusting inside me is too much. I need to touch his skin, so I release the glorious butt and reach up to pull his shirt off, but he stills my hands.

“Upstairs,” he commands.

A most undignified squeal escapes when he scoops me up in his arms with ease and jounces me up the stairs in a flash. I’m not exactly thin, but he’s got muscles for days, so apparently my little old self isn’t even a challenge for him.

The scenery passes by in a blur before he pauses at the door to his room. A flash of him all damp and gloriously naked passes by and I need to see it again. With intention this time. Last time I was so upset and flustered after what happened with Connor and Lauren. The thought of them is enough to cause my face to fall.

Sebastian grasps my chin between his fingers and tilts my head up to meet my eyes. “I meant it. We don’t have to do anything.”

Oh I want to. I want his hands on my body and mine on his. Not just to chase away the unwelcome thoughts of my ex, but that is a bonus. “I want it. Trust me. If you leave me hanging here I might just perish of unfulfilled lust. Is that a thing?”

“I don’t think so, but let’s not risk it.”

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