Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, turning on my side also.
“Are you still dressed?” she asks me, and I nod my head.
“Yeah, I just got in and called you before it got too late.” We played Dallas tonight, and tomorrow we are off to Boston and then finally home for our last game of the season on Saturday.
“You played good tonight,” she says, and I laugh now.
“Look at you now being all in the know about hockey,” I joke with her, knowing she usually never watches it.
“I’m not a professional, but I do know when you did good and when you didn’t.” She laughs. “Like when you passed in the neutral zone and then it got intercepted and then you have a three on one.”
“Jesus.” I shake my head.
“Okay, fine, the guy on the television said it, too.” She smiles, and her eyes get lighter. “But I did agree with him,” she says and then her voice goes lower. “When are you coming home?”
“Friday,” I tell her. “Morning, if I’m not mistaken.”
“I miss you.” She tucks her hand under her chin. For the past two nights, we’ve fallen asleep after hours and hours of kissing. The nighttimes are not as hard when she’s there, but I wonder if it’s because I feel finally strong enough.
“I miss you more.” My voice goes soft.
“So you think when you come back on Friday, we could, you know, get acquainted with each other?” She winks at me, and my eyebrows pinch together. “I love kissing you, and I love being in your arms, but …” She takes a deep breath. “But I want to get naked with you. I don’t want to force you or, I don’t know, mess up all the recovery stuff. Is it okay for you to have sex?” She starts to talk to herself, not letting me in on the conversation. “I don’t want you to get into trouble, or for you, I don’t know, to get addicted to something else.”
“Baby,” I say softly, and she just looks at me. I have only called her baby one other time, and that is when she cried in my arms. “There is nothing more that I want in this life than to get naked with you. But …” I say, and her eyes open.
“You know but is never a good thing, right?” I can sense the nervousness in her voice.
“As I was saying …” I smirk. “But I want to do the dating and show you how awesome of a boyfriend I am.”
“Um, it’s been six months of foreplay,” she huffs. “Six months of wanting to get you naked. I think it’s safe to say you are an awesome boyfriend, and you’ll be even awesomer if we can get naked.”
I laugh. “I don’t think awesomer is a word.”
She throws up one hand and slaps it back down on the bed. “That is the only thing that you took from that conversation?”
“Can we table this conversation until I get home, and I can touch you while we talk?”
She shakes her head. “Do you or do you not want to see me naked?” she asks and doesn’t give me a chance to say anything when her voice gets a touch higher. “Do you or do you not want to touch me while I’m naked?” Just the thought of her naked and under me has me rock hard, and I swear I feel like my cock will bust my zipper.
“Baby,” I say softly.
“No, Viktor, no, baby,” she huffs. “Friday night, I will let you take me out and then we can say we went on a date and then you are going to take me home and we are going to get naked.”
“Is that so?” I joke with her, and she looks at me and glares.
“That is so!” she shrieks. “Now I’m going to go to bed where I’ll be meeting you in my dreams.” Her voice goes lower now. “Where we will be on a beach and both naked.” I laugh out loud to the last part. “Now good night. Text me if you can’t sleep.”
“Love you,” I say to her, and her eyes go soft.
“I love you, too,” she says and disconnects.
The next two nights are not as bad as I thought they would be. We talk during the day whenever we are free, and we dance around the subject of sex. When the wheels touch down in New York, I grab my phone and see that it’s ten a.m.
Me: Just landed.
I text Zoe and then grab my bag to walk down the steps of the plane. “Where are you off to?” Matthew asks me as I walk toward the waiting line of taxis.
“Probably home,” I tell him and look down when my phone beeps in my pocket.
“Rest up. Tomorrow is a big game,” he says, walking toward his car. “We might already be in the playoffs, but it’s always good to win against one of the six OG’s.”