Hannah’s head turned to find me leaning against the glass wall, watching her. “Yeah, but it’s overrun by the hockey players who live here.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “To my knowledge, only one player lives in this building.”
Smirking, she replied, “Yeah, but he’s a total douche. Can’t stand the man. Thinks he’s God’s gift to hockey. Talk about a big ego. I’m surprised he can fit it through the door.”
It took everything in my power to keep a straight face. This banter was how we flirted with each other, and I loved how unique it was to our relationship.
“Want me to kick his ass?” I offered.
Hannah bit her lip, and I felt blood rush south. “I don’t know. He’s a big guy. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Growling playfully, I approached the bench situated behind her body. “You don’t think I could take him?”
She peered at me from between her legs when I sat behind her. “Come on, Cal. The guy is seriously jacked. I bet he’s on steroids, but you know what they say about the effects of those on a man’s package. Are the muscles really worth it when your outie becomes an innie?”
I shook my head. Sometimes, this girl really was too much.
Wanting to shut her up for a few minutes, I grasped the waistband of her workout leggings and began to pull them down. Trying to shift away from me, she asked, “What are you doing?”
Digging my thumbs into the dimples on her lower back, her moan shot straight to my dick. I really needed to record that sound. “Proving to you that penis size doesn’t hinder a man’s ability to take care of his girl. Now hush for a bit, and let me have a little snack.”
I went back to work peeling her pants over her ass and was pleasantly surprised to learn she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The scent of her arousal hung in the air, and my mouth filled with saliva.
Squirming away again, Hannah countered, “Tempting, but I need to take a shower first.”
“I like it better when you don’t.”
My face was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs when I heard her gasp before she jerked out of my grasp. Dropping to her knees, she crawled away, trying to pull her pants up.
Not ready to let her escape, I lowered my body to the floor and crawled after her.
Eyes wide, Hannah called out, “Cal. No!”
No was the magic word—at least to any decent man—and I stopped dead in my tracks.
Frowning, I asked, “Why not?”
Sitting cross-legged opposite me, she wrinkled her nose. “It’s cringe-worthy, is all.”
“What is?” I didn’t understand.
“When you’re down there.” She gestured wildly with her hands. “Smelling things.”
I tilted my head. “Baby, I fucking love the way you smell. It gets me hard just thinking about it.”
“That’s all well and fine, but not when the last time I showered was yesterday and I spent the last hour working out.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes. “Have you ever seen one of those videos where sharks get a whiff of blood in the water, and their eyes dilate to completely black?”
“Yeah . . .” I could hear the skepticism in her voice.
“That’s what happens to me when I catch the scent of you.” Feeling the need to clarify, I added, “And not fresh from the shower.”
“That’s gross.” I opened my eyes to the view of a disgusted look on her face.
“I guess it’s a good thing you’re not into women then, because it turns me on.”
Clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, she changed the topic. “It doesn’t matter. We don’t have time for that anyway. I really do need to take a shower, or we’ll be late.”
