Page 104 of Goalie Interference

He relaxed, his smile returning.

He docked the boat with competence and Beast jumped out. Remy started to unload things. I did my best to help, but he was skilled at this and I was not.

“I’ll carry everything up. You go ahead and check the place out.”

I shook my head. “I can help.” I grabbed my carry-on and a bag from a pharmacy and followed him up the hill. Not a hardship. The shorts hugged his ass, and he’d already gotten a tan on the exposed skin of his legs. They were hairy and muscled, and if my hands were free, I’d have been tempted to grab them. So far, we hadn’t touched beyond holding hands on the boat. There was tension in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. More like foreplay. Once we let our control loose, we wouldn’t be able to stop.

Remy opened the door, which wasn’t locked. More likely to get a racoon than a burglar here, I thought. Beast pushed past me to his water bowl.

The door opened into a large room. There was a fireplace with a couch and chairs surrounding it on one side, a kitchen with a table and chairs on the other. Remy set my suitcase on the floor and the bags on the table.

“There are a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom down the hall. You can choose one, or…”

“Or?”

He shrugged. “We could share.”

“Sharing sounds good.” I shot him a look. “It might get cold.”

He bit back a grin. “Good thinking. Take your stuff through. I’ll bring up the rest.”

I nodded and dragged my suitcases down the hall. It wasn’t difficult to see which was the main bedroom. A queen-sized bed filled most of the space, with a dresser and doors to a closet.When I opened them, his clothes were pushed to one side. Sliding open a dresser drawer, I saw it was empty. The next one down had T-shirts and boxers in it. He’d hoped we’d be sharing space.

I heard him entering the cottage a couple more times while I put my stuff away and changed into shorts. When I returned to the front of the cottage, he was putting food into the fridge.

“Can I help?”

“Sure. Did you find everything you needed?”

“Yes, thanks.” There was still tension in the air.

“We need to get the perishables away.”

“That makes sense.”

He pulled a jug of milk out, the last thing in the cooler, and put it in the door of the fridge. “Okay, that’s done. I can give you a tour. The place is off-grid, so there are some things you need to know?—”

I put a finger on his mouth and he stilled. “Can it wait?”

He nodded.

“It’s been two long weeks.”

“Fifteen days,” he corrected.

“Is Beast okay? Anything else need to be done right away?”

“No.”

“Then the only tour I want is in your room.”

Finally, the politeness and carefulness were gone. He reached a hand out and pulled me to him.

“Fifteen very long days.” Then he kissed me.

I pressed up against him, needing that touch. His kiss was hard and passionate and everything I’d been missing. He started to walk backward, leading me to the bedroom, the two of us still wrapped around each other, still kissing.

He jerked away, breaking the kiss when he ran into the corner of the wall. Then his mouth was back on mine, and oncewe were in the room he spun me around and lifted me onto the bed.

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