Page 72 of Hot for the Hockey Player
“You’re so much younger than me,” I breathed, shaking my head.“And only here temporarily.I’m also done having children.You probably want kids of your own.You have your whole career, your whole life ahead of you.I mean … I’m practically perimenopausal.”
As if on cue, heat raced up my neck and into my cheeks.
“None of those things are important to me.I don’thaveto be here temporarily.And I’m notthatmuch younger than you.”
I shook my head.“You don’t wantthis.” My arms flew up for a moment and I gestured at the ether.“My life is chaos.It might look peaceful, but it’s not.I’m up to my eyeballs in teenager angst and it’s only going to get crazier when Laurel gets her period and turns into a teenager too.We’re going to have an entire property filled with teenagers.The hormones alone will choke the life out of you.You don’t want that.”
He cocked his head to the side.“Why don’t you stop making decisions for me, hmm?Stop telling me what I want.It seems to me you’re really having to dig for a reason not to give into this mutual attraction we have for each other.This … chemistry.”
As he said, “chemistry” I became transfixed by a drop of water that careened down his torso, using his ab muscles like a slalom course, until it stupidly left his Valhalla of a body completely and landed on the toe of my boot.My entire lower half clenched.
“Do we have a deal?”he asked, pulling my attention away from the drop of water and back to his face.
“Maverick …”
“I like the way you say my name.It’s like a sigh.”
“I’m forty-one.”
“And I’m twenty-six.Are we just listing our ages, or … do you want to talk about our favorite colors, animals, and foods too?Because green, the polar bear, and Thai.”
With a long, weary sigh, my shoulders rounded.“Fine.We have a deal.”
That sexy, cocky smile was back.And just when I thought he was going to stick his hand out to shake mine, and seal the deal, he grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me forward until his chest bumped mine.“Better seal the deal with a kiss, hmm?”And before I could protest—not that my brain or body would let me—he claimed my mouth.
It was only for a couple of seconds, and there was hardly any tongue, but it left me weak in the knees and fuzzy brained like I’d just had four glasses of our Westhaven Winery merlot.
“I’ll be by tomorrow night to see how you did,” he said, letting go of my hand.
I stumbled backward, into the rain, which seemed to sizzle against my heated cheeks.
“Sweet dreams, Gabrielle.”Then that jerk winked at me, gripped the top of the jamb again, exposing all those delicious, lickable muscles, and watched me walk like a sloppy drunk sorority girl back to my vehicle.He stayed there, him and his hard nipples and Thor-like abs, until I drove away.
If you can go twenty-four hours without thinking about us and what happened in the kitchen, or what you want to happen in the bedroom of this cabin, then I’ll let it go.I’ll take your lead, and we can call it a ‘mistake,’ if that’s what you really want.
His words played over and over again in my head as I navigated the dark, wet roads home.I shifted awkwardly in my seat, knowing fully well that my fresh “big girl panties” were damp as hell.
Tuesday morning, I woke with a gasp, bolted straight up in bed, hand to my chest with my heart pounding.
I had just orgasmed in my sleep.
My entire body tingled with the aftereffects of a great release, and my pussy throbbed like it’d just been pounded relentlessly into submission.
But I was alone.
Very, very alone.
What the hell?
I’m sure I’ve had spicy dreams before, but I’d never been woken up by a nocturnal climax.
I gasped again.What if the kids heard me?I couldn’t control my volume when I was dreaming.What if I was a screamer, or an uninhibited moaner during sex in my sleep?
Panic squashed the last remaining bits of bliss still rushing through my veins and I tossed my legs over the side of the bed, a gush of dampness filling my panties.
Oh my god!Did I freaking squirt in my sleep too?
Glancing at my phone, the clock said it was four-fifty in the morning.My alarm wouldn’t go off for another ten minutes.
