Page 172 of Face Off
“It is.”
“That’s my name. Why are you using my name as your password?”
“Is that your question of the day?”
“It is.”
“I use your name as my password because I’m fucking obsessed with you, Hartwell. Have been since the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“You’re a menace, Miller.” I lift my hips to meet his, and he shudders out a breath. “Maybe one day we can pretend like we don’t know each other. I’ll send you a picture of my chest and see how long it takes you to respond. You can try to pick me up with the moves you used to use when you were America’s hottest playboy. It’ll be fun.”
“Impossible. I could never pretend like I don’t know you. You’re my favorite girl.”
FIFTY
EMMY
I wakeup the morning I’m leaving for Toronto wrapped around Maverick. My face is buried in his chest and his arms have me in a tight hold I can’t escape from. I would never try to escape, though. Not from this kind of happiness.
“Morning,” he says, rubbing my back. “How did you sleep?”
“Not very well,” I admit, tipping my chin up and staring at him. “How about you?”
“About the same. I think I spent half the night watching you like a creep.” His smile tugs on the corners of his mouth, and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “I know you only have a few hours before you need to head to the airport. I’m sure you want to say goodbye to Piper and double check that you have everything packed, and I don’t want to get in your way.”
“I want to spend them with you. There’s actually something I was hoping we could do before I left.”
“I sure hope it involves your ass. You did so good last night, baby.”
His appreciation of my body in the early morning light makes me blush. So does the thought of tangled sheets and the gentle encouragement and soft praise he whispered in my ear as he helped me relax and work up to two fingers.
That’s it, Emmy.
Look how well you take me.
You’re doing so well. I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
“Stop talking about my ass,” I murmur without any bite behind it, and his hand strokes my backside.
“It’s hard not to. Have you seen the thing? Okay, I’m sorry. Enough of the jokes. What do you want to do before you leave?”
“Can we go to the rink? I haven’t skated in a few days, and I want to take some shots on goal. It’ll be like the first day we met.”
“A little nostalgia.” Maverick grins. “That sounds like the best way to spend the morning. We don’t have practice today, so it’ll be empty. You can enjoy a quiet arena without any of the knuckleheads being obnoxious.”
“What if I want you to be obnoxious? What if I want you to give me the same attitude you did back then?”
“You mean when I was flirting with you?”
“You told me that was not flirting.”
“Yeah. I lied.” He laughs and eases me out of his arms. “I’ve been flirting with you for a long time, Red. Keep up.”
“You are the most impossible man I’ve ever met.”
“And yet here you are. Naked in my bed and head over fucking heels for me.”
“Yeah.” I smile and straddle his waist, pinning his arms above his head. “Here I am.”
