Page 10 of Playoff
"Can I take your coat?" A quiet nod, and I pulled it from her shoulders. It was warm and functional, sensible. I hung it in the closet with my jacket, which was not the least bit practical in this climate. I turned back after closing the closet door. She stood still, not moving.
I ran a hand down her arm, partly to gauge her response, partly to indulge the urge to touch her. She shivered and looked up, meeting my gaze.
Her eyes were wide, pupils large. That same heat ignited between us. She caught a surprised breath, and I moved my hand to her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
She whimpered as our lips met, and then opened to me. I slanted my head, lined up our mouths, and immersed myself in the kiss. There was no hesitation, no pulling back. Her arms slid up my chest and wrapped around my neck, pressing against me.
Chemistry in spades. My blood was on fire and my cock was hard in no time. I slid my free hand to her ass, pulling her against me. She moaned, rubbing herself on me.
I wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, time losing all meaning as my arousal climbed. Our tongues touched, tangled, retreated and advanced. Her hands clenched around the back of my neck and I squeezed her ass, making her quiver. Finally, I pulled back. Kissing was great but I wanted more. I lifted her up to carry her to the bedroom, sealing my mouth to hers again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, hands still locked around my neck. It was a move that often impressed my hookups—side benefit of being an athlete.
I bumped into a table and my shoulder rapped hard against the bedroom doorway but neither of us broke the kiss. When we were finally at the bed, I twisted so I fell on my back on the mattress, her weight on top of me.
She lifted her head, breathing fast. She looked around the dark room, light spilling in from the seating area. "Smooth move there, Rob Thomas."
I laughed, which I didn't do often when I was this turned on. She had good taste in music. "You ain't seen nothing yet." I needed to see more of her, so I flipped us over and pushed myself off her body.
"Show off," she teased.
"Just trying to get to the naked part."
"Please do."
Whatever doubts she might have had, she'd shoved them aside now. She lifted her eyebrows, then sat up and pulled off her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with the Blaze logo on it.
I stiffened. Fuck, was she a puck bunny? Had she recognized me? I was already on thin ice after the illegal stick incident, and I didn't need naked photos of me posted online to piss off this organization before my first practice.
I kept my voice calm. "You a hockey fan?"
“What?” She looked down at the shirt. "Oh, this. Someone gave it to me." She stilled. "Are you a fan of the Blaze?"
I shook my head. Last season, the Blaze had clinched their playoff spot against LA, my team, and that had ended our chances of making the postseason. I was not a fan of the Blaze, but I'd have to work on that since I would be playing with them.
"Good. Hockey-free zone." She waited for my agreement.
"Absolutely." Like hell did I want to talk about how I'd fucked up with LA and now had to make nice with a new team.
She grinned and whipped off the shirt before she reached a hand behind her and unfastened her bra. All thoughts of hockey vanished as I raised my hands to hold her tits, thumbs brushing over the peaks. She shivered.
She started to undo her jeans, so I sat up and pulled off my T-shirt. She paused, eyes running over my chest, lingering on my tattoos. I smirked, showing off the muscles I worked hard for.
"Why are you stopping?" She shoved her jeans down over her ass while she spoke, exposing the most boring pair of underwear I had ever seen on a hookup. Hell, had I seen a pair this bland on anyone before?
I stared in disbelief. "Tell me you wear something sexier when you're going out on a date."
She followed my gaze, then shrugged. "Sorry if they offend you." She shoved them down her legs and kicked them off. "That better?"
I'd been a little worried when I saw those panties that there'd be no grooming done down there. But her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip, not a wild bush. In fact… I leaned in only to have one hand shove me back. What?
"Naked," she said. "Then you can check out the goods."
I laughed again and rolled onto my back, quickly getting rid of my own jeans and briefs. I turned to face her. She was staring at my cock. I wasn't bare, but I manscaped. "Does it meet your standards?"
She glanced up at my face. "The equipment looks good, but does it work?"
I grinned. "It works just fine."
"Everyone says that."
