“About what?”
“I’ve never been that way off the ice.”
“What way?”
“Aggressive. Unhinged.”
“I believe you're saying hot as fuck wrong.” Tripp trails a finger between my pecs, making me shiver.
“What?” I half-scoff, half-chuckle.
“I mean, you’re always hot, but wanting me so bad you literally can’t control yourself…” His finger ghosts over my nipple. “Damn.”
“Your ego knows no bounds.” I grab his hand, holding it next to my chest.
“What can I say, I’m blessed.” He shifts again so he’s laying on his back, his hand falling out of my grip, while I’m still on my side, facing him.
“I kissed you.” I press, resting my hand on his lean stomach.
“True.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“Also, true.”
“Why?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Felt right at the time I guess.”
I want to ask if that means we’re more than fuck buddies, but I have a feeling this conversation is already testing his limits, and as long as he’s not saying we shouldn’t do that again I won’t push it.
“I thought the same thing. We should probably clean up.”
“You mean we should see if I really did ruin your couch?” He waggles his eyebrows.
“I don’t give a shit about the couch. Help me up. I dropped my crutches when I tackled you.”
Tripp hunts down my crutches and holds them steady as I struggle to stand up, frowning slightly as I make my way out toward my bedroom.
“That’s something you don’t see every day,” he mutters.
“What?”
“A naked man hobbling around on crutches. I wouldn’t expect it to be hot but… It makes the muscles in your back ripple all sexy like, and your ass jiggles when you plant your foot.”
“Jiggles?” I huff, rolling my eyes. “I’m already laid up, don’t take the rest of my dignity by saying jiggles.”
“It’s a compliment.”
“It doesn’t feel like one. Walk ahead of me. Go start the shower.”
Tripp pinches my ass and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Brat.” I grumble as I watch his sexy ass strut down the hall, a goofy grin plastered on my face.
Chapter 18 – Tripp
“What?” Noah asks hesitantly when he catches me watching him from the corner of my eye.