Page 77 of Sweet Spot
“I noticed. It wasn’t important.”
Not the right thing to say when she still has my hand in a death grip.
“Ow. Ow.” I pull free. “What I meant was that it wasn’t as important as being here with you.”
“Awww.” Her face softens and then she rolls her eyes.
“I mean it.” I duck my head to press my mouth to hers as I drop my hand back to her upper thigh. “I missed the hell out of you. Touching you, kissing you . . .”
She hums a little needy sound. “You’re vibrating.”
“Damn right I am.”
Her lips curve into a smile. “I meant your pocket.”
She pulls away, taking all her soft, warm awesomeness with her, and stands with the rest of the crowd, which is now screaming, waiting for the puck drop.
My phone keeps vibrating, and I take it out to read through my messages. Nathan thanked me for being at the game and asked me to get a couple shots of Heath playing, Kenton sent a picture of the new ninety-eight-inch television he bought for his place, a couple work-related messages, and one from Lacey.
I wait to open hers last, already knowing what it will say. She’s politely reminded me twice about the storage unit, but I can’t ever seem to find the time to meet up. And okay, fine, I might be avoiding it.
I’m pocketing my phone as Keira takes her seat. Her expression morphs from happy to concern when she sees my scowl.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just something I need to take care of tomorrow.”
“Ominous.”
“I have some stuff in storage I need to get.”
“That’s why your apartment is so bare. Need any help?” she asks, facing forward and following the action on the ice.
“No thanks, I’ve seen your hobo style. It isn’t for me.”
I get a playful glare before she’s back to watching Heath. “Help cleaning out the storage unit, smartass.”
“I thought you were going with your dad to an appointment tomorrow.”
“I am, but I could come up after.”
“How about I clean it out while you’re with your dad so when you get to my place, we can just focus on getting naked?”
Finally, I get her full attention, and she crowds my space. Her eyes go to my lips—girl really likes my lips. She might have more restraint than I do, but I know she feels it too. This crazy chemistry and insatiable sexual desire between us.
Sex with Keira is awesome, obviously, but I’ve had awesome sex before and not been this . . . addicted. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Deal,” she says, pressing her chest (and Heath’s face) into mine.
I pull back suddenly. “Wait, did you say hockey players are hot?”
* * *
The next day, I pull up outside of the storage unit and kill the engine. Lacey waves from the open doorway, an apprehensive look on her face.
“Hey,” I say as I approach her. “Good to see you.”
“Yeah, you too.”
