Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,63
runs his hand down my side, over my hip. “Obviously you know I can’t have children so… no worries there.”
“Hey.” I turn into his hold and his hand at my hip skims to my lower back. “It’s okay. I’m not worried. I swear. It’s fine. Really.”
One brow quirks up along with a corner of his lip. “It was just fine?”
Laughing, I playfully smack his bare chest. “Better than fine. Incredible, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t hidden how good you feel or how much I like what you do to me.”
The tension in his eyes finally melts away and he bends down to brush his wet lips over mine. Reaching behind me, he turns off the water as he pulls back. “Let’s get dried off and get something to eat. But I hope you know I feel the same way about you.”
I didn’t. I mean, men can enjoy a woman physically without a connection. It’s easy for them to get off.
I didn’t know how much I needed to hear I affect him so much until he says it.
“I do now.”
“Good.” He opens the door to his shower and comes back with a towel wrapped around his hips, one in his hands, and he wraps me in it before I take it from him and dry off.
This part after shower sex usually carries an awkwardness to it, especially with the way the sex between us just ended would make me think my natural reaction would be to hide myself from him.
He doesn’t need to see the small lumps of my ass and thighs. The stretch marks at my hip or beneath my breasts. But my instinct to cover myself, to hide the imperfect parts of me, doesn’t rear its ugly head while I dry off my body and then wrap the towel around my hair.
We take turns at the sink, me naked, him mostly so, brushing our teeth, and I help myself to a bottle of lotion he has on the counter and lather my legs and arms.
Through it all, he watches me carefully, yet not sexually, just with the lingering haze of two people who have spent twenty-four hours having sex.
Really great sex.
When he’s done, he heads to his closet and from inside of it, he says, “I have to be at the rink at three for the game tonight. I take it you’re working?”
Yesterday, when he told me to grab a swimsuit, I went a step farther and packed a small overnight bag. I dig into it and pull on a fresh pair of panties as I answer.
“Yes. I should get there a few hours early since I didn’t do the prep ordering yesterday.”
He comes out of the closet, tugging on a pair of black dress pants with nothing on top yet.
For a moment, we both stand there, staring at each other.
“Wow. This is a sight I definitely like to see in my room.”
I blush from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair and since I’m wearing essentially nothing, there’s no way to hide it. I grin and bend back down to my bag. “Same for you, hotshot.”
He snorts and the soft padding of his footsteps tells me he’s gone back to his closet.
“Do you like the bar?”
“Dad asked me to take it over the other night.”
“Really?” He peeks his head out and by now I have a long sleeve pink shirt on and I’m pulling my still wet hair out from beneath it. “Is that something you want?”
“I can’t imagine selling it. I practically grew up there.”
“But is running a bar something you want to do?”
“I thought so at first.” I pull out a pair of jeans and begin pulling them on. My toes get stuck in one of the frayed areas so it takes me a moment and I’m sure I look ridiculous, hopping around and balancing on one foot to get them on. Sebastian smiles at me, like my fumbling amuses him.
I’ll fumble all over the house in all manner of dress to see that smile.
“Let’s get you fed and we can talk about it.”
“I might do my best thinking on a full stomach while I think out loud.”
“Then I’m glad I can help you instead of it being the other way around.”
He laughs softly, kissing me again and then slides his hand from my back to my stomach, gently shoving me out of the closet.
I grab my bag and toiletries on my way out and once we’re downstairs, I let Bruiser