"What counts as a distraction? This?" He put a hand on my right ass cheek.
"Itcould," I said in a teasing tone. "I'm not sure."
"How about this?" He pushed my hair to one side, kissing the back of my neck. The skin on my arms turned to goose bumps.
"Tyler," I whispered, rocking back and forth on my feet.
"Okay, so we have our verdict. That's distracting you for sure."
He kissed the side of my neck as I checked on the pie. It was ready. I took it out, putting it on the granite counter,
“It’s supposed to cool for thirty minutes and then stay in the fridge for at least two hours before serving.”
“Babe, we can’t wait for two hours.”
“I know. But let it cool at least for a bit.” I turned around, looking him in the eyes. "Are you ready for today?"
"Yes. Completely.” He interlaced our fingers, holding my right arm up and raining kisses from my wrist to my elbow and then all the way up to my shoulder. I wiggled my ass, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin. “I'm completely ready. I love that you're coming to watch the game."
"I couldn't miss an opportunity to show you how big a fan of yours I am. And right now, it's ‘spoiling Tyler’ time."
“Then let’s eat the pie. I don’t care if it’s hot.”
“Okay.”
I put one slice on a plate and two little forks on it, holding it between us. He started eating from one end, and I started at the other. I watched his reaction as he shoved the forkful into his mouth and was pleased with the look of obvious pleasure on his face. I ate a bite and shimmied my hips in happiness because it was delicious.
"I don't want to sing my own praises, but this is good."
"It is, babe. Thanks for doing this. Thanks for just being you, Kendra. You're amazing."
“And you’re good with words.”
"You're perfect, babe. You're just fucking perfect." He took the plate from my hands, putting it on the counter, even though we'd only had one bite each.
"What are you doing? You just had a taste."
"And now I want one of you."
"Oh. Well, by all means, go ahead." I smiled against his lips as he kissed me. To my surprise, it was gentle. He was exploring me exquisitely, and it turned me on to no end.
I tried not to let it show, though. I didn't even press my thighs together when heat shot through them. Nope, I was going to soldier through my arousal, because I knew for a fact that any sexy activities the day of the game were not the best idea. He could have muscle cramps on the ice, and bottom line, he needed to stay focused. Besides, I planned to give him plenty of sexy time after the game tonight.
“We can’t do this right now,” I whispered, pushing him away. But would you look at that? I had a hand on the waistband of his pants. I immediately let it drop. “Whoops. I don’t know how this happened.”
With a grin, he straightened up. "Every time I'm with you, I lose my head, Kendra. It's what you do to me. I'm so wrapped up in everything you make me feel that I can't think straight."
"Hmm. I like the sound of that."
"Why are you so well-behaved?"
“My hand in your pants was well-behaved?”
“It was on the waistband,” he pointed out.
I placed both hands on his shoulders, determined to keep them there.
“True. I woke up with this mantra in my mind. ‘No jumping Tyler's bones this morning. No jumping his bones.’"
