Page 37 of Arresting the Hockey Player
Charlotte gestures to the empty wine glass in her hand. "I was going to grab a refill." She pauses and smiles, her cheeks turning a pink hue before she glances down at my lips, studying them for a long moment. "Good game today," she says.
"Just doing my job." I try not to brag. Hockey is a team sport, and I'm not the only one who has reason to celebrate. I kept the other team from scoring.
It's almost as though she's flustered in the way she compliments me, like she's not sure if I knew she was at the game.
I knew.
It was impossible not to notice her screaming my name, cheering for me as I made a goal. Okay, well, actually hearing her wasn't possible on the ice, but I felt her presence, and when I glanced in her direction on the bench behind the team, I saw her on her feet, clapping and shouting.
Another reason I'm torn.
She's perfection, and I'm spiraling out of control.
The letter burns a hole in my back pocket. I can't bring myself to face the truth, the consequences of my actions, with a woman I thought I loved.
There's a bitter taste in my mouth every time my thoughts swim back to the woman who cheated on me.
While I know Charlotte isn'ther, it doesn't matter. It's still challenging to find myself capable of trusting again, which is why whenRedran off the night at Blue Line, I couldn't stop myself from chasing her down.
She brings her hand up into my hair, her fingernails dragging along my scalp, bringing my lips closer to hers.
I inhale sharply. The warmth from her breath tickles my lips and sends electricity straight to my cock, the way she stares at me. My heart hammers inside of my chest, banging to come out like it's locked inside a prison, begging for release.
"You didn't return any of my texts," Charlotte says.
"Texts?" I lift my hips slightly, digging my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone. "I didn't get anything from you. Are you sure you weren't texting your other boyfriend?" I prod with a wry smile.
She chuckles. "Right. I can't keep all my hockey hotties straight."
"You think I'm hot."
She opens her mouth and quickly shuts it. The slight pink hue from earlier has now turned bright red. "Did I say hot? I meant—"
Before I let her continue, I brush my lips against hers. She tastes like cherries and vanilla, and I lean in to steal another kiss because the first is a temptation, a tease for more.
"So, did you open it?" Kyler interrupts the heated moment, standing over us while holding a beer.
"Open what?" Charlotte asks, giving me the sexy little head tilt that makes me want to go back right to kissing her and ignoring the guys.
"Do you mind if I steal him for a couple of minutes?" Kyler asks.
Charlotte climbs off my lap, giving me that wanton look that goes straight to my cock.
Fuck me.
Can't we get a room and let my cock have the time of his life? I mean, it would help me forget my current dilemma, which is burning a hole in my back pocket.
"No problem. I should visit with Amber since she's the reason I'm here."
Charlotte stands, and I reach for her hand, intertwining our fingers together. "I'm not the reason?" I ask, staring up at her, and she gives me a grin, scrunching her nose in the most adorable fashion.
"You come in second, my love," she teases and squeezes my hand before untangling and sauntering off to steal away Amber from Jasper.
"Are you two officially a thing?" Kyler asks.
I stand, stretching my legs, and follow him inside to grab another beer. Besides, if he's intending to bring up the letter, I don't want to do it around anyone else.
"We haven't put a label on it," I say. "We're just… having fun?"
