Page 130 of Securing the Pucking Rebound
Not a single ounce of shock covers his face when he finds me standing there, gawking at him.
He knew.
He knew I was watching, but he carried on anyway.
Talk about giving me a show.
His eyes drop to my bare feet and then slowly travel all the way back up. From the way his eyes blaze with fire, I might as well be standing here naked, not with his gigantic hoodie hanging down my thighs.
His breath catches when his eyes finally collide with mine.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts, lifting his arm and combing his fingers through his hair. “I just…Fuck. I was gonna explode, darlin’.”
I can’t help but clench my thighs at the thought of getting him that turned on.
I shake my head. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t apologize.”
It takes a couple of seconds for him to register my words, and the moment he does, a smirk twitches at his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then, you’re welcome. I’ll happily let you watch whenever you want.”
My mouth opens and closes, but I fail to find any words.
With his smirk still firmly in place, Calvin marches forward, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me until I’m breathless.
Then, he twists his fingers with mine and tugs me back to the couch, where he pulls me into his side and kisses the top of my head.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, making my heart pound even harder.
“So are you.”
We both stare at the TV screen for a minute or two. I don’t know about him, but I don’t really see any of it.
“What is this shit we’re watching?”
“I don’t know; you put it on,” I point out.
“Don’t blame me. I was distracted by the hot girl wearing my hoodie.”
I chuckle before grabbing the remote and finding a home reno show.
“You’re obsessed with these, huh?”
“I like to see people’s visions come to fruition. Watching them take something battered and broken and giving it a new lease on life.”
“Do you want to go and watch the game on Wednesday night?” he suddenly asks, changing the subject.
“Is this our second date?” I tease.
“A hockey game isn’t what I’ve been planning. But they’re playing Seattle; it should be a good game.”
“You know I’m always down for a hockey game.”
“I have one condition,” he states, turning to me with a serious expression on his face.
