Page 15 of Skating the Blue Line
The way she bites down on her lip tells me that I’m right.
I decide to move the subject to her attending a game instead of teasing her some more.
“So what do you say about attending a game?” I ask, already going through the season schedule in my head.
“I’d say why not? If it’s anything like tonight, I’m all for it.” She says, pushing her food away, signaling that she’s done.
Anything like tonight. So she’s affected by all this just as much as I am.
I can’t help but to give her a charming smile. “I’ll give you the complete Liam Crawford experience.” I say to her as I rise from my chair and hold out a hand for her to take.
“And what does that experience entail?” She asks, taking my hand and not letting go once she is settled on her feet.
“Oh I don’t know,” I try to think of something that will make it worth her while. “Seats behind the glass, a jersey with my name on it, a picture with our mascot and without a doubt, dinner afterwards.”
“Dinner, huh?” her eyes sparkle.
“Definitely dinner.”
“Does everyone that takes part in the Liam Crawford experience always get dinner afterwards?” Her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises in a challenge and I fucking love it.
“Only those that I want to see more of,” I say, closing the distance between us and finally tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear.
A small gasps leaves her lips when my hand doesn’t drop and rests against her neck, softly caressing her jaw line.
“And you want to see more of me?” she asks, her eyes moving from my eyes to my mouth.
Given how close we are, all I would have to do is lean in an inch or two, and I would be able to taste her.
“More than you know.” I say, leaning in closer, feeling her breath against my lips. “Do you want to see more than me?”
Chloe doesn’t say anything right away, but she doesn’t have to say any words because the way she moves her body closer to mine tells me everything I need to know.
Eventually though, she does break her silence.
“More than you know,” she says, repeating my words to me, sounding almost breathless.
“So you will come to one of my games?” I ask, my hand making its way into her curls, giving her a slight tug to angle her mouth perfectly for me to be able to close the distance between us and claim her mouth.
“Yes, but that seems so far away. I may need something sooner.” Her hands land on my chest and her mouth forms into a delicious pout.
What would that pout look like wrapped around my cock?
“How much sooner are we talking about?”
“I was thinking tonight,” she says, her words a literal whisper against my lips.
I don’t hesitate with my next question.
“Your place or mine?”
She doesn’t even answer before my lips are on hers and I’m getting a taste of just how sweet she really is.
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CHLOE
The second hislips met mine, I was a goner.
