Page 40 of Tricky Puck
“It’s all I’ve ever needed.”
“What about when people visit—”
“You’re staying in my room.” I watch for her reaction, unable to resist flirting.
She gives me her game face and in spite of the twitch in my dick, I settle down.
“Don’t worry. I’ll behave.”
“Maybe. Maybe it’s not such a good idea.”
“Fine.” I shrug, though the gesture causes a sharp pain to shoot through my back like my body is calling me a liar. I open the door and step inside the bedroom. She stays on the threshold
“It’s only one night, Delaney. You’ll be leaving in the morning after a good night’s sleep. I promise. I don’t want to have to worry about you driving off the road into the woods never to be seen again.”
“You’re so sweet.” Her tongue is squarely in her cheek. “There’s only one problem with your suggestion.” She pauses, so I bite even though I can see her next words coming from a mile away and I’m already smiling.
“I’m not likely to get a good night’s sleep in the same bed with you no matter how well behaved you are.”
I let the smile have its way with my mouth, a warm sizzle of anticipation infusing me slowly, different from the hot pounding rush of lust I felt a few nights ago. But oddly better, deeper, chest expanding and heart thumping, not wildly, but with a strange kind of resonance.
“I notice you didn’t say no.”
She huffs a sigh. “Don’t start keeping score again, Milano.” She pushes past me. “Make that big over-muscled body of yours useful and bring my luggage from the entry.”
I reach out and swat her ass before heading for the door. “Yes, mam. But you know there are many more and better ways I can make use of my big over-muscled body—”
She laughs. “I had that coming, didn’t I?”
“Oh, you’ll be coming—”
She rolls her eyes, suppressing a grin. “Stop it.”
“I can’t help myself when you set me up so perfectly.”
“Just go.”
Our eyes catch, hers full of mirth and mine returning the same, but staring deep and feeling it, our game, in full force and pulling me in deep. Maybe she’s right about not sharing a bed tonight. It’s a good thing she’ll be staying in that cabin far away in Sugar Hill. The last thing I need is to test my ability to resist the distraction that she is right now.
She’s the kind of woman I haven’t experienced in… forever, mainly because I have an excellent sense of self-preservation and successfully avoided them over the years. Pulling myself from her temptation, I go down to the garage and fetch her bag.
A night together once in a while won’t hurt. Starting with tonight. I can deal with that much and not mess up. I’ll make sure of it.
It doesn’t take Delaney long to fall asleep after we scorch the sheets, fast and hard. In the morning I find myself waking slowly to her soft breath at the back of my neck and her warm body snug against my back. It feels too good not to take a moment and let a long shuddering breath out before I untangle myself.
There’s no way I’m making the same mistake twice. She’s not making me late for hockey again.
As I dress, she opens her eyes and sits up. I turn away from the sight of her like she’ll turn me to stone if I meet her eyes—which she will, at least my dick will go hard.
“No morning nookie, Linky-pooh?” She mock pouts like she’s imitating a porn star.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Get dressed. I’m out of here as soon as I drink one coffee. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have one too.”
“How can I refuse a charming offer like that?” She gets out of bed and I turn away again, leaving the room for safety—and coffee.
“Sing to me.” She’s sitting kitty corner from me at the kitchen island and I’m watching the clock as I sip my coffee. I need to keep her distracted because she’s eying me like an addict eying their next fix—if she were addicted to orgasms.
Or maybe that’s wishful thinking and it’s me who’s the addict.
