Page 86 of The Puck Stops Here
‘I…’ She nipped her lip, eyes still twitching. ‘I just finished up with Stella and… I didn’t want to disturb the function going on out there and I thought there was a back way…’
‘Riiiight, so you weren’t hoping to cop an eyeful?’
She was copping one all right and by the way she just licked her lips, she was enjoying the show.
‘Of course not.’ She lifted her chin, forcing her eyes up with it. ‘I thought you players were having a rest day.’
‘We are.’
‘And yet, you’re here?’
He shrugged. ‘Needed to work last night’s loss out of my system.’
‘How?’
‘How what?’
‘How do you do that?’
Foxy the Reporter was back in the room, straight on with the questioning.
‘I work out. In the gym, on the ice… in the bedroom.’
He threw the last in to throw her off; he wasn’t in the mood for the deep and personal today. In the mood for her though, always.
But instead of backing up, she let her gaze drift to his arms. ‘Right-handed?’
‘Huh?’
Her eyes twinkled. ‘It would explain why your biceps are bigger on the right.’
She gestured to said arm and he laughed – amused, surprised, ever more enraptured. ‘You know one night in my bed, and you wouldn’t tease about it.’
He gripped the knot in his towel, forcing his bicep to flex.
Two can play at that game, baby…
She took a shallow breath. ‘You sound pretty sure about that.’
‘That’s because I am sure.’
And man, he wanted to stride across the room and prove it to her. Right here, right now. Brother’s judgement, public opinion, the article, be damned.
‘Why don’t you hang back on Tuesday, and we can put it to the test?’
‘I’m sure your brother would love that.’
‘I’m more concerned about what you’d love.’
She swallowed, her delicate throat bobbing and teasing him with the desire to lean in and give her just a taste… but a taste wouldn’t be enough. Not for him. And he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be for her either.
‘Was it his idea that I come over?’
‘Yes.’
‘But you were happy to go along with it?’
He… what was he? Beneath the frenetic pulse beating through his veins at the idea of having her in his home, so very close to the bed he wanted her in, he was wary.
