Page 96 of Three Pucking Words
He nods, moving hair out of my face and letting his thumb rest on my jaw. “It’s helping.”
We stare at one another for a moment, my heart picking up the longer we stay this close.
My fingers flex around the material of his shirt at his sides. “The ref is a jackass who should be investigated. You shouldn’t have been put in the box. I was ready to fight, Bodhi. I swear. Karina had to remind me to keep taking pictures before I went out there and got kicked out.”
He’s grinning now, his hands sliding down to cup my hips leisurely. “You were ready to go to war for me, huh?”
I nibble on my bottom lip. “For the sake of the team, of course.”
He nods along. “Of course. For the team.”
I smile.
He smiles back.
“I’m sorry you guys lost,” I say quietly.
He shrugs. “Part of the game, right?” There’s a ton of defeat in his voice that he shakes off. “Do you want to get out of here? I told Helen and Joe that I’d pick up Gemma and take her home since Joe finally had his hip replacement surgery and can’t get around very easily right now.”
He wants me to go with him to pick up his daughter? “If you want me to. I can get on the train or call a cab or something to get home.”
His stare is dubious.
I frown. “What?”
“I have a spare bedroom,” he tells me. “I have multiple bedrooms, in fact. Pretty sure my daughter even pointed out how much you’d love my bed if you ever stayed.”
I swallow at the implication. She had said that. Only to convince him to let Puck move in. The innocent suggestion clearly left a mark on both of us.
“You can spend the night. I can cook you and Gemma a mean breakfast. Which, knowing her, will consist of pancakes with way too much syrup. But I can scramble eggs as good as the next person.”
Wetting my lips, I process the invitation. I have no real reason to turn it down. All of the medication I need is in my purse and I always keep a spare phone charger on me. “I don’t have anything to wear” is the only thing I can think to say, even though Iwantto go with him. I want to be in his space. To hear Gemma’s laughs and watch her and Puck run around. She adores that dog as much as I do. Maybe even more.
It doesn’t deter his determination. “I personally love how my clothes look on you. If it were up to me, I’d have you parade around my house all day in only my T-shirts.”
My eyebrows dart up. “That’d be a sight to see.”
“A great sight,” he replies with a smirk. “Only thing better is if you weren’t wearing anything at all.”
A brazen, hot heat courses through my body, but he only grins.
I don’t comment on that. “Will Gemma be okay with me staying?”
He chuckles. “She’s been asking when she can hang out with you and Puck again. She said she forgot to show you the rest of her stuffy collection the last time you were over.”
The last time I was over plays on repeat in my head. I’ve never been able to recreate the feeling of his fingers playing with me. It’s an explosive feeling only he seems to be able to give me.
Bodhi studies me. “What are you thinking about?”
My eyes widen as if he can read my mind.
His lips twitch, and his thumb caresses the apples of my cheeks. “Your face is red. Makes me really want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
I slowly shake it, feeling myself get redder at the thought of him breaking into my thoughts. “I don’t think I want you to.”
His grin grows. “That’s a shame.”
Suddenly, a throat clears behind us.
