Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,55
movements as she unwraps a cloth band from her hair and it all falls to a few inches below her shoulders. She’s watching me, cheeks flushed with slight purple marks beneath her eyes that shows she’s either nervous, or turned on.
Either way, she’s exhausted.
As she shakes out her hair, a quiet groan escapes her parted, pale lips and it’s my undoing.
I go to her, two quick strides to erase the space between us, and she neither backs away or moves forward. Her hands stay in her hair, massaging her scalp until I reach her.
My hands find hers and I take over, brushing her hands away. “Let me do this.”
I’ve dreamed of what her hair would feel like in my hands. All that color. All her vibrancy shown in strands of hair shouldn’t be so damn sexy but it’s Gigi, so it is.
“I should shower,” she says, moaning as I massage her scalp, her neck. If I could turn her around and do the same for her shoulders, I would but that would also mean removing her shirt. Thinking of her in her shower while she’s fully dressed in front of me makes me bite back my own groan.
What is it about this girl? She’s so damn different—
I squeeze my eyes closed and tamp down that train of thought. This isn’t about Madison. Or me searching for different.
“You’re tired.”
She nods, her head collapsing against my chest. “And I reek like beer and a whole host of nasty things.”
“You smell like apples.”
It must be her shampoo because the more I play with her hair, the more the scent wafts into the air.
She laughs and warm breath skates across my chest through my shirt.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed. It’s late.”
“Early.”
“Whatever.” I slide my hands down her arms until I have both her hands in mine. She tips her head up, smiling sleepily up at me and blinks.
“You don’t have to be the nice guy here, hotshot. In fact, I think I might prefer it if you weren’t.”
Challenge accepted. “How about the first time you see me not being a nice guy is a time when you’re not about to collapse on your feet. Like in the morning, after a decent night’s rest.”
“Well when you put it that way. Follow me.” She winks and a laugh bursts from my chest. She lets go of one of my hands and tugs on mine still holding hers until she’s holding my hand and dragging me to her room. With her ass in front of me, the white threads dangling down from her frayed denim shorts are a beacon to my eyes.
God, she’s sexy. I could palm her entire ass with one hand and I have to bite down on my lip so I don’t actually do what I want and maybe bite her.
Tiny but mighty. My guess, physically as much as internally.
“I have extra toothbrushes in the bathroom in a bucket by the sink. You can go first if you’d like while I clear off a spot for you on the bed.”
“Thanks.” Another laugh. Another smile. It feels like I haven’t done it in years and around Gigi I can’t stop.
She moves to pull away from me, but I yank her back to me. Surprise shows on her face right before I lower my mouth to hers and slip my tongue inside.
I keep the kiss slow and gentle despite the need inside me threatening to take her up on her offer to not be a nice guy. It’s ingrained in me to be a gentleman, but in the bedroom, I like taking the lead.
She’ll learn.
I release her, running my thumb beneath her bottom lip when her eyes slowly flutter open. Before she’s fully back to the present, I head to the bathroom. It’s a small room with a shower, possibly sized just for Gigi. The showerhead alone would only hit my shoulders. I dig through one of the bins she mentioned and come back with a hot pink toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. I splash cold water on my face and when I open the door, it takes me a second to realize I’m in the same apartment.
Or perhaps this is another magical porthole.
“You done?” Gigi asks. She comes around the corner wearing a tank top so thin I could tear it apart in two seconds and shorts so damn short she’s leaving barely anything to the imagination. She might be petite, but her hips are fucking perfect.