Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,67
way. “What else do you like about me?”
“Your hair.” To prove it, I run my fingers through his shaggy, almost shoulder-length long wavy locks and then drag my hand to his chest. “Your chest is a pretty nice thing about you. Along with your abs.” My hand drifts along every body part I mention until it curls around something lower, something hard. Hot. Steel and silky. “This is one of my favorite parts, too.”
“Is it?” he murmurs, eyes slowly closing. His hips press against my hand and a low groan tumbles from his beautiful lips. “God, I like it when you do that.”
“I know,” I tease, moving my hand back and forth, sliding it up and down his length.
His face falls forward, forehead hitting mine and he cringes. “I really, really want to see where this will lead, but I have to get to the arena.”
“Hmmm. Pity.” I stroke him once then twice more and when I release him, a stuttered breath comes out.
“Damn it.”
“At least now maybe you’ll be thinking of me later.” I wink and step back. Too much of us too close together with one of us wearing absolutely nothing is the perfect equation to equal trouble.
“I always do,” he says, and I’m so shocked by the admission and the way his eyes darken, my lips are parted when he kisses me which means his tongue easily slides inside.
God. The way he can kiss. My toes sizzle as the fire he can quickly stoke inside me with the lash of his tongue and his scent and his mouth and the scrape of his scruff.
He pulls back, ending the kiss slowly but oh, much too quickly, and kisses my nose. “I should get going.”
“I know. Good luck tonight.” My hands squeeze the warmth of his hips. The man really needs to put some clothes on.
Like he can read my thoughts, especially the dirty ones, he steps back and reaches for his athletic pants.
I gape at him while he dresses. Watching him cover his body is almost as sexy as being the one to uncover it.
“You should come to the game tonight.”
“What? Me?”
“Yes.” He laughs. “You. And your dad. Or his friends. I’ll like knowing you’re there.”
I want to cry out yes. It’s the first time he’s asked. This must mean something, right? Something beyond what we originally agreed to? He’s looking at me so earnestly, but it fades as I don’t answer.
“Sebastian, this isn’t…”
He silences me with a scorching kiss. He’s still hard and even though he’s now dressed, he can’t hide that from me.
He ends the kiss abruptly, leaving me wanting more.
And then shocking the hell out of me when he continues.
“This isn’t just about having sex anymore, and I think we both know that. I’ll have tickets for four at will-call. I want you there if you can make it or have someone cover the bar.”
I’ll close the bar down—business be damned—for a chance to see him play live.
This isn’t just sex.
Does this mean it’s more?
No way am I ruining this moment by asking.
“I’ll be there,” I say, ignoring the rest of what he’s said. “I’d love to watch you in action.”
“You see me in action plenty.” He kisses me and grabs his keys. “See you later, Georgia.”
A delightful shiver skates down my spine.
I love it when he calls me by my given name.
I love it even more that somehow, he seems to be liking me maybe as much as I already like him.
Hopefully?
It’s well after lunchtime where I’ve spent hours at a coffee shop getting caught up on editing some of my more recent photos, responding to messages on Instagram and emails. I’ve had a few requests for sponsors, companies who want me to try their products. They usually include everything from sunscreen to outdoor clothing to food preparation delivery kits up to cameras and accessories or gear to carry it all on in. It usually takes me a while to research the product I’m being offered. I only agree to accepting their offer if they’re willing to understand I will only share it on my feed if it’s truly something I can promote without feeling like I’m selling myself to make a quick buck or two on the reward codes.
After Sebastian left, I spent the time doing a little bit of picking up and cleaning of my apartment. He’s quit teasing me for my housekeeping skills and yet, for some stupid reason, I actually like making my place look nice now.