He just grinned expectantly.
“Fine. I was just thinking about my father and Mal.”
“Did your dad text you again? About dinner?”
“What? Yeah, but—wait, did he get to you?”
“What?” Gabe shook his head. “No. He just came by the locker room before the game.”
My lust evaporated and I felt on edge again. That man could not go back to Montreal fast enough.
“What did he say to you?” I asked, tugging on his elbow.
He moved in close, holding my gaze. I really could get lost in those gorgeous eyes.
Nope. Focus.
“It’s fine, Dani.”
“Fine? Didn’t you just give me shit about that word?”
“Okay, different word. It’s okay.”
“That doesn’t sound much better. So, was he super charming or a dick?” I knew my father wouldn’t show his true colors to a bunch of young NHL players that he wanted to worship him.
“He was friendly. Wanted to see if we could join him for dinner.”
I snorted. “No thank you. Did he guilt you?”
He shook his head. “Of course not. I told him that it was completely up to you to decide about dinner. He’s your father.”
“Bet he loved that. Did he follow up with something about you making the decisions?”
“Uh, actually no,” he drew out.
Fuck. What the hell had my father said?
Gabe linked his fingers with mine and gave me a smile.
“I also added that I knew Mal was back in town and that he should come to. That I hadn’t met him yet, but from how much you talked about how great he was, I couldn’t wait to do so.”
My mouth parted. Oh my god, Gabe actually looked smug.
I dropped his hand and twined my arms around his neck, lifting up on to my toes. “Seriously, that is perfect. Thank you.” And then before I could question what the hell I was doing, I sealed my mouth to his.
A soft, startled sound left his lips and then his hands were gripping my hips as I slanted my mouth to deepen the kiss.
His body rocked against mine, hard and warm and perfect, and the need to climb him overtook my senses. Watching him tonight on the ice and then hearing how he’d responded to my father was apparently a massive turn-on.
Who knew?
My fingers sank into the hair at the back of his neck and I swallowed his groan as I scraped my nails along his hairline.
Then his mouth opened and his tongue tangled with mine. Everything around me vanished as he kissed me back with equal fervor.
Fucking hell, this man could kiss. One of his hands splayed across the middle of my back, anchoring me to him, and I could feel how much he wanted me, solid and heavy against my stomach. If I wrapped my leg around his thigh, could I rub my aching center against his hard cock?
He teased me, his tongue swiping against mine, then nibbled on my lower lip, his other hand sinking into the back of my hair as I melted into his body. He made me feel cherished in a way I couldn’t remember ever being, all while he set my body ablaze.
