Page 36 of For the Captain
"What happened now?"
"You remember me telling you about that idiot on L.A.'s team? Declan Reed?"
She almost dropped the coffee mug in her hand. "Um, sure?" She thanked whatever hockey god existed that he was too distracted to notice her freaking out.Please don't say he's coming here, she thought.
"He just got traded back to New York." Jordan threw his phone down on the table in disgust as Charlotte breathed a small sigh of relief. "I thought we wouldn't have to deal with that jerk again this season, and now we have to face him in two days."
He stood up quickly from the table, his chair falling behind him as he walked over to the window to try and calm himself down. His hands went through his hair in a way that would normally turn Charlotte on but today just made her more concerned. If this is how Jordan was acting about having to play against the guy again, she was worried about how he would react if he ever found out that she once dated Declan. Hell, she had slept with Declan! And while she hadn't had a conversation with Jordan about their past when it came to sex, it would come up at some point.
Charlotte pulled herself out of her thoughts to see Jordan staring at her, his hands on his hips in frustration. Then his face softened and he looked like a sheepish whiny puppy. "I'm sorry. I just don't think I'm good company right now."
"It's OK."
He walked over, his features becoming more fiery as he got closer and closer before snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. "Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have you?"
"Maybe," she replied, a smile teasing her lips.
"You raided my closet for that jersey, didn't you?" he murmured softly.
She put her coffee on the counter, freeing her hand to run it through his thick dark hair. "Maybe."
His moan of approval vibrated against her skin just as his cell phone buzzed on the kitchen table.
Jordan groaned in frustration, his hands quickly squeezing her hips before they slid off her body. "This is just not my morning."
He tried to walk away, but Charlotte wouldn't let go, pulling him back towards her. "Perhaps you should change that for a few minutes."
Jordan's eyes darkened with desire and he leaned in, willingly taking her invitation. His lips began to trace a line from her neck down to her collarbone as he deftly pushed the jersey off her shoulder to get better access to her skin. The sound of the phone vibrating on the table caused him to moan against her skin, but he continued to stay where he was.
His hands found their way past the waistband of the pants she had stolen to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath them either. She moaned quietly in his ear before pulling his face to hers and kissing him again. His hands continued their journey with one gently grabbing her breast as the other went lower and lower.
"Right there," she gasped as his fingers found exactly where she wanted them to be between her legs. He let out a soft groan as he began to tenderly work on her, her breath shallow and her heart rate speeding as she clutched his arms to try and control herself.
She could hear the phone on the kitchen table buzz again, feeling Jordan's hands pause as a groan of frustration escaped his lips. She gripped his arms tighter, wordlessly begging him not to stop, to finish this, to finish her. Dammit, she needed him to finish this first.
He moaned approvingly at her obvious want, his hands once again moving the way she needed them.
"Come on, Charlie," he murmured in her ear.
She took a deep breath, pushing down the heat coiling inside her. "Not yet."
A sneer teased his lips against her skin, his hand still moving as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, her fingers tugging hard on his t-shirt while she tried to gain some control without much luck. He groaned, nipping at the bare skin on her collarbone as his hand sped up, the friction causing heat to build inside of her.
"Let go, Charlotte."
She couldn't stop herself anymore as the desperate growl in his demanding voice finally sent her over the edge, her body shattering under his touch, and she instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck to give her weak legs support as the waves of pleasure wracked her body. She could feel his hands gently slide away from her body before his arm snaked around her waist to give her some support.
"You OK?" he whispered tentatively.
Charlotte simply nodded, too wrecked to speak as she tried to catch her breath.
Jordan pulled away and looked at her in a way that was more reverent than wanting, his blue eyes taking her in. She couldn't help herself as her hands began to roam lower down his body. After what he had done to her, she figured he deserved a little payback, and she would be more than happy to give it to him. But just as her hands reached the waistband of his sweatpants, his phone buzzing again. And again. And then again.
"Fuck," Jordan groaned. "Today is not my day."
"Go answer your phone," she told him reassuringly. "I'll pay you back after the trade deadline."
"Promise?" he asked with goofy grin.
