Page 24 of Skating the Blue Line
The blue dress.
Chloe moaning out my name.
Every last detail of the last few hours replays in my head like a movie. Every single glorious second of it.
Just thinking about it has my cock twitching.
But I can’t stay.
I look at the woman next to me and every part of me is telling me to stay.
To skip the morning work out and the team skate that is scheduled for today and stay here in bed so I can get lost in her body all over again. If I stay, I can make her scream my name out even more, both in bed and in the shower and then make her breakfast.
It’s so fucking tempting, but since the season starts in a few short weeks, practice and ice time are a necessity.
I look at the time on my phone and let out a sigh, knowing that I have to go. I promised Christian, my teammate and best friend, we would hit the team gym before getting on the ice.
I’ve never hated my best friend more than I do right now. I should have texted him last night to cancel but I was so enthralled by Chloe, I completely forgot.
Now I have to leave her when I really don’t want to.
Reluctantly, I untangle myself from Chloe and start looking from my clothes, trying my hardest to not wake her.
As much as I try though, I don’t succeed because when I step out of her ensuite, I find her awake, curled up under her sheets.
“Do you always get up this early?” she asks, her voice having a rasp to it from the minimal sleep she got.
“Only when I need to.” I voice to her, sliding on my dress shirt.
“And today you need to?” She asks and I give her a nod as my answer.
Her eyes shine bright with the moon light that is floating through the room.
I can’t help but to abandon buttoning up the rest of my shirt and going over to sit on the edge of the bed, just to place a kiss on her lips as I take her face between my hands.
Her lips are so fucking soft and full that as soon as my tongue glides along her bottom lip, I want more of her.
Chloe lets out a moan when our tongues meet and all I can do is keep my hands on her face so that they don’t travel down her body and make me late for my workout.
It’s easy to get lost in her and if I had canceled on Christian last night, I would be doing a whole lot more than getting lost.
But I’m an idiot, so as I yell at myself to not stop kissing this woman, I pull away from her.
A sleep filled smile forms on her lips and I have to force myself to not lean forward and take her mouth again.
“And here I thought that you would at least stay for breakfast,” she voices, laying back down, her eyes falling close.
I reach over her face and brush a few loose curls away. “Any other day, I would, but I promised one of my teammates a few workouts before we hit the ice.”
She hums at my response and I smile down at her even though she can’t see it.
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“With the Liam Crawford experience?” She says, reaching up and taking my hand from where it’s sliding along her face and bringing it to her lips.
Every single one of our actions is definitely not something you do with a one-night stand.
If someone was looking at us right now, they would think that we’ve been in each other’s lives for a lot longer than seven hours.
