He groans, resting his forehead on mine. “Damn.”
Oh.
“Are we short on time, or were you kidding about laying me out on the bed?”
Erik rubs his face, stretching his skin down. “Fuck no, I’m not kidding. You have no idea how much I want to, but I… can’t have sex in the afternoon before a game.”
I only need a second before it clicks. “Wait, is this a superstition thing?”
“Hey, I’m serious,” he says while I try to suppress a laugh. “I hooked up once before a game years ago, and we suffered a five to nothing shutout. ”
That’s unfortunate, but a superstition is a superstition. “Woe is me,” I say, and I slip a mean, teasing finger under Erik’s shirt,tracing the skin right above his belt. “That doesn’t mean I can’t give you something to look forward to.”
He sucks in a breath and backs me onto the bed, standing tall and imposing over me, and I gulp.
My god, I can’t get enough of assertive Erik.
“Yeah, all that only mattersbeforea game.” He drops his voice to something deep and dangerous. His fingers sneak under my sweater, planting on my stomach and sending heat unfurling inside me. “Trust me, after the game tonight, we’re coming back here, and I’m gonna rip your clothes off as soon as the door closes. How does that sound?”
I’m already on the brink of losing my mind, but Erik lowers his hands and dips them into my underwear, grazing my bush.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the wait is worth it.”
Holy fucking shit.
Erik pulls me up by the waist and just like that, he’s back to his usual smiling, deceptively innocent self. “Now go take a shower or else you’re gonna make me late,” he says with a playful shove to my back.
“Hopefully the water gets cold enough to calm me down,” I mutter. The sound of Erik’s satisfied laughing follows me into the small bathroom, and I sigh, horny to the point where my skin prickles with need. Erik has gottensogood at filthy talk, and I eat it up every damn time.
Because I’m not a masochist, I don’t actually take a frigid shower. Instead, I turn the water temperature up and stew in the soothing jets. While I work the unscented shampoo into my hair, I sigh.
Erik and I are gonna have to talk aboutusat some point during my time here—my feelings for him never left, and everything about Erik’s behavior says he’s the same way. But even if we profess some kind of undying love for each other rightnow, that doesn’t change the fact that we live on opposite sides of the Atlantic.
Unless I move.
Releasing a frustrated grunt, I change my mind and turn the temperature down, letting the sharp, icy water suck the air out of my lungs and the intrusive thought out of my brain.
Moving across the world for a guy I knew for maybe a month before he left? That’s the stupidest thing to ever crossed my mind, but somehow, it’s also the most tempting idea I’ve ever had.
I step out of the shower, dry myself, and get dressed before my dick gets frostbite and falls off. Checking the time, I quickly style my hair and leave the bathroom so I don’t make Erik late, and then I barely avoid running straight into him.
“I just remembered, you need merch,” he says, holding out a team sweater. “You should wear this and show your support.”
Palming the fabric between my hands, I slip it on. The sweater fits me for the most part—it isn’t too large, but it’s long enough in the sleeves to tell me it isn’t mine. That makes my stomach simmer.
“How do I look?” I ask. Erik drags his eyes over me, and I’m not sure if he’s taking his time or if my brain is working in slow motion.
“Perfect.” Without another word, he rushes past me, and I follow him out the door and back into the subway.
“Here’s your game ticket,” Erik says as we enter the Alvik rink, handing me a card.
“Uh, what’s this?” I flip the card around in my hand, scrutinizing it. It’s white with no identifying markers on it.
Erik smirks. “It’s a keycard for the arena. It’ll allow you to access the WAGs box upstairs.”
I jerk my head up and fix Erik with a horrified expression. “Erik. You arenotsticking me in the spouse box!” I’m almostshouting, but there’s hardly anyone here, and I don’t care. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
He bunches up his face before dissolving into sweet, adorable laughter.
