me. I don’t mind being bold, but I’m definitely not a take charge and drive the men crazy kind of girl. I blame Mikah and his show me attitude earlier with his arms crossed, dropping his gaze to my swimsuit and my breasts in such a way that hours later I still feel his eyes on me.
I blame him for driving me so crazy lately with the desire to have all of him, I can’t stop thinking about what it will be like.
I blame him for looking at me with such intensity all afternoon. The only thing I’ve been able to think of is later and what exactly that means.
Mostly, I blame his genetics and even his jerk of a father for blessing Mikah with such glorious DNA that it’s impossible to not want to do what I’ve done for him.
And I’m still on my knees, going from bossy vixen to teasing temptress in a matter of moments.
Yeah. I like this guy. A whole lot.
I hand him his shirt and swim trunks, but he ignores them as he takes my wrist, gently pulling me to my feet.
“I am blown away by how beautiful you are,” he says. His heart is racing. I can see it in his pulse at his throat and the way his chest heaves and another powerful rush floods my system.
I can bring this hockey playing star to this trembling mess. It’s good for my own ego and confidence.
“You did not have to do that, but I am so, so very glad you did.” His finger trails down my cheek. My hair must be completely messy from his fingers digging into it. I reach up and pat it down.
“I wanted to.”
He swallows slowly, his gaze taking in my flushed and heated skin, swollen lips, the tremor of my own rapid pulse.
“I wish I had a sitter for Angelo. I want time, alone with you.”
“About that.” I’m suddenly nervous and clasp my hands together. It’s not my place and it most definitely wasn’t earlier, but when Hannah saw me watching him earlier, she brought it up. “I sort of lined one up for you… or us… maybe?”
His blue eyes narrow and he pushes his lips out. He looks stern. Possibly annoyed. Who can blame him? I definitely overstepped.
“Hannah saw me staring at you earlier and she teased me about what you’re like in bed. I told her I didn’t know yet and she said she’d watch Angelo after the party today.”
“She what?” I’ve ruffled him. He runs his hand through his hair, shakes it before it falls to his hip. And yeah, I’m staring. I mean, he’s still naked. And totally unconcerned.
And I might have already seen him naked, but him naked and hard? Well… Mikah is glorious. Every single inch—and there’s a lot of them.
“She—”
“Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and yanks me toward the door.
“Mikah!”
“What? If she’s offering, I’m taking her up on it. I want you. Alone.”
“And I love that.” I gesture to his lower half and I can’t help but laugh. “But maybe we should get our clothes back on first?”
Mikah glances at the clothes still strewn on the floor and curses. “I lose my mind around you. Forget everything.” He yanks on his shorts and tosses me my cover-up. “Do not think you’ll be wearing that long, but no one is seeing that suit besides me.”
His bossiness is a side of him I didn’t expect. Especially not when he grabbed my hair earlier, held me against him… the memory makes me flush and I lick my lips.
“If you keep looking at me like that our first time will be in Jude’s house and that is not what I want for you.”
“Okay, okay. Keep your pants on.” I throw on my cover-up and when I look at Mikah again, his brow is puckered. “What?”
“My pants are on. I just put them on.”
I laugh again. “It’s an expression. It means be patient.”
I slide up to him and he wraps his arm around my lower back. “I think we have waited enough, yes?”
It takes much longer than I’d like to say our goodbyes. Then we have to find Hannah in the swarm of teammates, find Byron to get his keys to the SUV so we can transfer the car seat base to their car. Hannah assures Mikah almost a thousand times when he keeps repeating Angelo’s schedule that she’s got this under control. Thankfully, when he packs the diaper bag, he packs it like he’s going