Page 39 of The Hockey Alpha's Indebted Mate
His eyes are hooded, lingering on my lips.
“I-It’s not like I came in here planning this. You ran into me!” I’m still trying to argue my case, but he doesn’t seem interested in hearing it.
His mouth curves slowly. “So what are you going to do about it now?”
Nothing. The answer sitting in my head is nothing because my hands are flat against the locker behind me and my legs have decided to stop being reliable and my brain has completely stopped issuing useful instructions.
“Nothing,” I say tightly, trying to look everywhere but at him. “I gave you your towel back. It’s not my fault you don’t want to wear it.”
“Hmm.” He makes a thoughtful sound. “You threw it at me. But that’s beside the point. You’ve already seen me.”
“Along with a hundred other girls,” I sneer.
“So says you.” He smirks. “My point is”—he sets one hand against the locker beside my head, not touching me, just closing the distance between us—“you’ve seen all of me. Shouldn’t you return the favor?”
“No.” I narrow my eyes at him, hoping he can’t hear how loudly my heart is beating.
“Then something else.” His voice drops further, the teasing edge replaced by something that makes me press my legs together. “Just to even the scales.”
I know I should push him away. All I have to do is put my hands on his chest and push. He’ll let me go. I know he will.
So why can’t I lift my hands?
His eyes are on my lips as if he can’t look away for too long.
“What do you want?” I ask cautiously.
He looks thoughtful, his gaze moving over my face, and when he smiles again, it’s a wicked smile that would make the devil blush. “What are you willing to offer?”
He leans in. His breath ghosts across my lips, and my own breath stalls somewhere in my chest.
“Grayson.” His name comes out barely above a whisper, and I know the moment it leaves my mouth that it was a mistake.
His eyes go dark. “You can’t say my name like that.” The teasing in his voice is completely gone, replaced by something rougher. Hungrier. “It makes me want to bend you over the nearest flat surface.”
Heat moves through me, and I let out a small gasp. I can feel the trickle of wetness between my thighs.
He leans closer, his mouth finding the shell of my ear, and his laughter is soft and provoking. “You seem to like that idea, Nurse Carver.”
Before I can respond, his tongue licks along the rim of my ear, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Am I wrong?”
He’s doing this on purpose, I think dazedly. He’s not leaving me any room.
“I—”
His teeth close around the edge of my ear in a slow, gentle bite, and the shockwave that travels from my ear straight down my spine pulls a sound out of me that I will never in my life acknowledge making.
He laughs lightly right against my skin, like he felt exactly what that did to me. Like he knows precisely what is happening to my body right now and finds it deeply, deeply satisfying.
“Don’t even think about it.” I mean it to come out as a warning. It comes out barely above a breath, a helpless sound.
“But you already are.” He drags his mouth slowly along the line of my jaw, taking his time, in absolutely no hurry whatsoever, and one finger slides under my chin and tilts my neck back. My hands search for purchase and instead find the hard contours of his stomach. His lips curve against my jaw as he murmurs, “I can tell.”
His lips press to my neck just above my collarbone, and I stop pretending entirely. My back arches slightly off the locker, my pulse is completely beyond my control, and I know that if he asked me right now, I would say yes. To whatever he wanted. My underwear is soaked, and he has barely touched me.
His mouth travels upward, and then he seizes mine, and the world drops away.
