Page 41 of Over the Moon

He stayed perfectly still before sliding me against him and carefully maneuvering me to my feet.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“Yes. You can remove your hand from my ass now.” I stepped back, arching a brow.

He held his hands up. “Couldn’t really help the way you crashed into me.”

His eyes zeroed in on my fitted tank top, and I glanced down to see my nipples hard enough to be noticeable through both my sports bra and my tank top.

I quickly crossed my arms over my chest and glanced down as my eyes widened at the very noticeable tent in his shorts.

He casually followed my line of sight, appearing completely unfazed. “Hey, what do you expect? You just pressed that sweet pussy of yours against my face. I’m only human.”

My cheeks heated, and I quickly moved across the room to get my water as I processed his words.

“Sorry about that. That was a really bad plan.” I placed the cap back on the water bottle.

“I’m not complaining. I wouldn’t have minded if you stayed there for the rest of the workout.” He waggled his brows at me.

I chucked a towel at his face. “Let’s get back to work.”

He just laughed, and it should have been an uncomfortable moment.

But it wasn’t.

I’d grown comfortable with this man.

Oddly comfortable.

He got back to work, and we moved from one machine to the next.

When “The Man,” by Taylor Swift started playing, I quirked a brow.

“Are you a Swiftie now?” I asked with a laugh, because he knew I was, and he teased me about it several times.

“If you’re going to spend hours every day in here, you should have some music choices, too.” He wiped his face with the towel. “And this song reminds me of you. A woman living in a man’s world, trying to find her place and showing everyone what a badass she is.”

My breath hitched at his words.

This was a damn challenging business to break into not only as a woman, but as a young woman.

And hearing him say that meant something to me.

My lips turned up in the corners, I couldn’t help myself. And then he did the most unexpected thing.

He started belting out the lyrics.

About the double standards women face.

It was sexy and charming… and sweet.

Yes, this beautiful, sexy, successful hockey player had a tender side.

And he was showing it to me.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I watched him.

He had zero ego about embarrassing himself, and I admired it.

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