Page 37 of He Has MVP (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“Serious,” he says.
“Who, me?” I say, the role reversal not lost on me. The smile he cracks has me in his arms again, covering his mouth with mine. He doesn’t resist my kiss. It’s long and filled with all the meaning in our hearts that we can’t name. He nibbles my lips in that heart-fluttery way I love, then separates our mouths, resting his forehead on mine.
“Alright. You’ve convinced me. I’ll stay.”
He chuckles, low and throaty and ready.
“You won’t regret it,” he says.
“You won’t regret it either,” I say. “I’ll set the alarm and make sure you get to the rink on time. I’ll take good care of you.”
“I care about you too, Pink,” he says. My heart about flips out of my chest and my eyes tear up, everything in me goes hot and I’m vibrating with emotion.
“I know. I can’t believe it, but it’s true.”
“That makes no sense,” he says, his hot tense lips hovering over mine as he walks me backwards, unerringly toward a bedroom and it all seems familiar in spite of me never having been here before.
“Exactly,” I say, barely a whisper. Then practicality strikes me. “What about my bag?”
“I’ll get it in the morning.” He pushes the bedroom door open and backs me into his bed.
I fall helplessly, giddy with the sensation. As he covers me with his solid sexy and warm body, I wonder if this is what it feels like to fall in love.
Falling in love?A pinch of anxiety makes me put a hand on his chest between us. I can’t be falling in love, not by myself. Could I be okay with it if I weren’t alone?
“In the morning,” I say. “Will we still be together then?”
“We’ll be together as many mornings as I can keep you, Pink…Allie.” The way he says Allie, all reverent, would make my knees buckle if I were standing. He rains small kisses on my mouth and chin and cheeks and eyelids and that falling sensation hits again. Maybe I have no choice. I let out a deep sigh and he lifts his head.
“What?” he says and I open my eyes to meet his. It’s a brave act to face those intense blue eyes fringed in those dark lashes, personifying sex in a devilish and angelic way both. Overcoming his spell, my bravery rises up from nowhere, gaining strength from his warmth.
“What would you say if I told you I was falling for you?” I hold my breath.
The suddenness of his smile, that crinkling of his eyes, the glint of pleasure there, would take my breath away if I wasn’t already holding it. As it is, the breath gushes from me and into his mouth as he covers mine. I laugh. He does too.
“I would say—right after I kiss you—that I’ve already fallen. You’re slow, Pink. You need to catch up with the program.”
I laugh-cry then as I swat his arm and he cradles my face in his hands, serious all over his expression now.
“Allie, I want you, every part of you. I’m into like I’ve never been into a woman before. Say you’re mine.”
I’m not sure if it’s a question, but I know the answer. “I’m yours if that makes you mine.” He breathes a heartfelt sigh and takes my mouth, possesses it like he means forever and I let myself fall, knowing I’m going to keep falling, all the way as far as we can go.
“Of course you’re mine,” he says, that pirate grin banishing all seriousness. But I can go with that. I roll my eyes.
“Of course. Everyone knows hockey players are pirates, ravishing and pillaging wherever they go,” I say. “Especially you. You’re the MVP. And you know MVP means Most Valuable Pirate, right.”
He throws his head back and laughs and I swear he may as well have a patch over one eye and a scarf on his head.
“The Ballerina and the Pirate,” he says, nodding his approval, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. The kind of shivering that anticipates a lifetime of ravaging by my dream pirate.
