The second he’s done, he folds over me, wrapping his arms around my ribs and tucking his face into my neck.
“Tell me you’ve got a bathroom with a really big tub in it?” he murmurs.
“Uh…I have a bathroom with a normal-sized tub,” I counter.
“It’ll have to do,” he says, twisting me around and laying me on the couch.
I can’t help but smile as he walks away. In only seconds, he’s returning with my iced coffee—ice long departed.
“What are you smirking about?” he asks, studying me. I probably look like a mess with my hair in every direction and my panties bunched around my knees.
He doesn’t seem to notice.
“Wondering why you’re not naked.”
His smile grows.
“I will be once I’ve fed you. Breakfast is cold. You good if I warm it up?”
“Knock yourself out,” I say. “But could you at least take your top off?”
He laughs but humors me by reaching behind his head and pulling it off in one slick move.
How do guys do that? And why is it always so freaking hot?
56
CASEY
After warming up my cold bagel, Kodie brought it over and sat beside me as I ate. We were silent, but it was perfect, and I had the most incredible post-sex glow.
Once he was happy that I’d been fed, he swept me into his arms and, with my direction—not that it’s hard in my small apartment—he carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter as he filled the tub with hot water and bubbles.
Then, and only then, did I get my wish, and he stripped down to nothing, giving me a nice little show.
He then peeled my jersey off and carried me to the tub.
I wasn’t lying when I told him that I had an average-sized tub, and it was a very, very snug fit. But I wasn’t complaining. I was snuggled up with a very naked, very hot Kodie Rivers. I was living my best life.
He made sure to clean every inch of me, and despite me trying to heat things up again, he was the perfect gentleman, telling me that I needed to rest before he took me again. It wasn’t an if, it was a when, and I couldn’t freaking wait.
So instead, we talked. He told me about his trip, about his game, and the guys, and in return, he asked me about work, and Parker, and Freya. He listened to every single word I said as his fingers trailed up and down my arm, ensuring that my desire for him continued to bubble just under the surface.
My addiction to my hockey god is officially off the scale now, and I don’t stand a chance of quitting.
By the time the water got cold, I was curled up on his chest, fighting against sleep.
As soon as Kodie noticed, he lifted me out, wrapped me in one of my huge, fluffy towels, and carried me to my bed.
Naked, he crawled in with me, and with his big body wrapped around mine, I drifted off to sleep, happy, content, and very, very satisfied.
I wake who knows how many hours later to the most incredible sound.
Kodie laughing.
A smile tugs at my lips. I wish I could bottle that sound and keep it forever. Right alongside his scent. Needing another hit, I roll over to the pillow he was lying on and breathe in deeply.
Addicted. Utterly addicted.
