Page 59 of Triple Pucked
D’Angelo made the library for Robyn. The study for Eden.But this observatory is just for me.
Would you install an entire room at the top of your house for someone who you only wanted forplay?
Who was only atemporarypart of your life?
I hug my hand with the puck ring from Robyn against my heart.
Then I turn to D’Angelo and grin. “I bloody love you.”
I bound across the observatory and leap into his arms.
D’Angelo looks floored by my enthusiasm and stumbles back a step. He’s wearing a pinstripe suit and had been adjusting his sleeves.
I wrap my arms tightly around him. “Thanks, thanks, thanks…”
He laughs, although his lips curl into a pleased smile against my neck.
When he pulls back, our gazes meet.
The moonlight bathes him in a silvery light that catches on his black curls and makes his piercing blue eyes look like chips of ice.
“When I was a kid, I drew a room just like this in a picture of my dream home,” I say in a hushed tone. “I never knew that it could become reality.”
D’Angelo leans forward and kisses me. “There is equipment in the cabinets over there. Anything else you need, just tell me and I will order it. If this had been a cocktail bar or the playroom downstairs, then I would have stocked it properly. But I’ve probably filled it with microscopes, Bunsen burners or, Christ, rectal thermometers. Science is all the same type of thing, right?”
I pull back, fixing him with a flat stare. “Do you want to bring out my geek side? Because the scientist in me is about to hand you your arse for that comment.”
“Hot as that sounds to watch youtry…” D’Angelo’s eyes glint dangerously.
He turns and trips me.
My stomach flips in the best way as it always does when I take corners just a touch too fast on my Harley.
Then D’Angelo catches me, carrying me down to the rug so smoothly that I almost don’t notice it happen.
Where did he learn moves like that?
I lie on my back with wide eyes, staring up at D’Angelo, as he cages me.
His silky curls fall across my cheeks; our noses touch.
It feels more intimate than the times that he’s been balls deep in me.
Breathlessly, I murmur, “Nowthatwas hot.”
When D’Angelo chuckles, his breath gusts across my lips, and I wish that I would always be able to feel it. “Should we take up wrestling as well? Just the two of us? Coach would probably have a heart attack to hear that you’re doing yet another dangerous sport on top of your surfing lessons.”
“I’m getting better at surfing. Code is a brilliant instructor. I haven’t drowned yet.”
D’Angelo nips my lower lip in retaliation. “I’m glad that the bar is set so high.”
“Plus, I haven’t given myself a black eye with the board for over a month.”
“As I said, high bar.”
“Anyway, back to this wrestling. Shall we add in some mud or oil? I’d suggest chocolate, but then our Robyn would dive in too and lick it off before we got to the throwing or pinning. Second thoughts, let’s definitely use chocolate.”
D’Angelo scrunches up his nose like he’s in pain. “You are not making my house any messier. Vetoed. But if you want to be pinned…”
