the car seat and the diaper bag with ease and for a moment, he looks so damn sexy holding his baby with the diaper bag on his shoulder, I gape at him.
“You’re really hot.” Yep. I say it. Who knows what happens to my filter sometimes around him.
He gives me a look part amused, perhaps slightly turned on. “I could say the same about you.”
He looks down at my feet, toes freshly painted in a bright turquoise color that matches the swimsuit I have on beneath my coverup with a bright floral pattern all over. The coverup is modest, the bikini beneath is absolutely not, and I almost feel bad knowing I’m going to end up spending the next several hours teasing Mikah relentlessly with my sexy swimsuit.
Perhaps it’ll be the jump he needs to move things forward between us.
A girl can hope. Or at least, this girl can.
As for Mikah, he’s dressed in bright blue swim trunks with large and hideous bright green flowers on them. He looks ridiculous, and yet sexy, because he’s clearly bought them for the fun of it. On his top, he has a plain white T-shirt on and as soon as I saw him my first thought, “I hope there’s a wet t-shirt contest later today.”
Boys only, of course.
And really, it would be a good idea. Perhaps the team could do it for a fundraiser of sorts. All the hot hockey players hosing down their shirts to the pleasure of women. So much more fun that watching women do it.
At least for me, but I suppose to each their own with what view they’d find more gorgeous.
“You ready?”
While I’ve been ogling him, he’s stepped to my side, draped his arm behind me and placed his hand at my back.
“As I’ll ever be.” I’m thankful I met his teammates before otherwise this would be incredibly intimidating. As it is, Katie’s already texted me letting me know she’s excited to see me and I know Hannah will be here too.
Before we reach the elegant double-door front entry surrounded by luscious plants blooming brightly, and bushes looking perfectly trimmed, the raucous sound of children and men and families inside filters out.
There are a lot of people here. Most of whom I haven’t met, and they will all know me as Mikah’s date.
I don’t want to disappoint him or make a bad impression.
Perhaps my sexy and strappy bikini meant to titillate Mikah is too much. The last thing I want people thinking is I’m some puck bunny. And women can sometimes be worse than men in their judgments. My steps falter on the brick stairs we’re headed up and Mikah stops, juggles Angelo in his car seat.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” I’m staring at the door. Nerves are making my stomach roll. I’m being silly. Who cares what people think.
But oh God. What if this gets out on social media?
Yeah, the bikini might be too much. It’s not the most risqué thing in the world, but definitely sassier than I usually wear.
“Um. I think I’m nervous.”
Mikah’s hand is still at my back, fingers digging in, calloused finger pads that feel delicious on my skin scraping along the cover up.
“What are you nervous about?”
“Well, besides wanting your friends to like me, I think maybe I should have chosen a different suit.”
At my shoulder I have a swim bag packed with our towels and sunscreen and a few bottles of water. I also have an outfit to change into later. Maybe I’ll just throw them on now and forgo the bikini altogether.
“Why?”
His brows are pulled in, lines dig into his forehead between them.
“Um. Nothing.” I’ll simply go use the restroom when I get inside. Change my outfit and stay out of the pool. Who cares that it’s going to be well over a hundred degrees today and there’s no end to the summer heat in sight yet. “Never mind.”
I take a step toward the door and he grabs my hand, tugging on me so I have to spin around or lose my balance.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s just… my suit is well, sexy, and I want to make a good impression on your friends.”
To my utter and complete shock, he sets down Angelo’s car seat, double-checks to make sure the sun isn’t in his face and still pulls the visor on the car seat down further. Then he drops the diaper bag.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Show me.”
“What?” My eyes dart toward the house. The blinds are closed, but anyone could