Page 75 of Racing Heat
She chuckles. “I think you were there for the whole thing. So, you tell me. How was my night?”
I grin. “You were wonderful. It was a wonderful night.”
She sighs a content sigh. “It sure was.” She turns so that she’s now facing me. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just a few minutes. I didn’t want to wake you.” I grin at how beautiful, perfect, and small she looks lying in my bed. Her lightly tanned skin sets quite the contrast to my navy sheets. I lean in and place my forehead against hers. “What would you like to do this morning?”
She smiles and flushes. I’m not sure if it’s lust or if she’s remembering what we did last night, wondering if it can be done again. Because I know I am. But I don’t want to push her or rush her. She’s not like the other women who have warmed my bed since the divorce. She wasn’t an itch to scratch or someonewho ended up in here after too much to drink. There aren’t just complications with this hookup, but feelings also. And I know that I want to keep her in my life for as long as she’ll have me, no matter how rocky the road may be.
“What?” she asks.
My mental ramblings must have gone on longer than I thought. I wink at her. “Nothing. Just thinking about how beautiful and perfect you look lying here. What are you in the mood for? Some food? A shower?” I tick off some options, hoping she’s going to go for the shower. I would love to get her wet and naked in there.
Cassie groans as she stretches some more, backing up a bit so that she’s not smacking me with her limbs as she moves them. “I don’t know. What are you feeling up to this morning?”
I smile at her. It looks like shy Cassie is here. She seems unsure around me, like if she tells me what she’d like to, I might not agree to it.
“Whatever you want. If you want food, let’s go get some. We can use the shower—just shower. I can take you here in bed again. Or we can just lie here and talk.” I pull her toward me, and her arms snake around my neck like it’s a natural reaction. “I’m not pushing for anything other than some more time with you. But I’ll take you home if that’s what you want.”
“You just might be the most perfect man I’ve ever met,” she says.
“Why?”
“I hadn’t realized that the broody Englishman I met on my first day of training would be so gentle and kind with me.”
“What, when you met me you didn’t imagine crawling into bed with me like this?” I tease her.
“No, I sure didn’t.”
“What made you call me broody?”
She giggles and I want to bring my lips down to hers and steal the sound. But I don’t. I let her explain.
“Don’t you remember? You really didn’t talk to anyone other than the goalies at first. At least not until August started bringing you around. You never smiled, and you barely said two words. You were studying everyone like we were some kind of science experiment.”
“Wow.” I pull back at her honesty. I was a little bit miserable when I first showed up because I knew no one and I was having to rebuild my life. Sure, it was by choice, but it wasn’t easy. “And you still agreed to go out with me and end up in my bed. I’m impressed.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, come on, I knew there was more to you than that. I just wasn’t sure how much.”
I lean in, capturing her lips. “I’m glad I didn’t completely scare you off.”
“Me too.” She leans in closer so that our noses are touching. “What would you say to a shower? I really want to check out those dual heads.”
I chuckle. “Your wish is my command.”
“Is that in all things?” she asks as she climbs out of bed. I follow her, watching her stretch and move her muscles.
“Yes, I think it is. Remember, I told you that I want to make you beg. So, you might have to work for it a bit.”
“I’m up for the challenge,” she calls over her shoulder as she makes her way into my bathroom.
I follow her in and she’s standing there giving me a perfect view of her ass as she studies the shower.
“You want to give it a spin?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
She looks over her shoulder. “You know I do.”
I move around and turn on the knob that’s positioned in the middle of the shower, allowing both of them to be controlled at the same time, setting them to the same temperature andpressure. “It’ll be just a minute to warm up,” I explain, placing kisses on her shoulders.
