“I am,” I say, keeping my eyes on the griddle in front of me. Eyes down, man. Eyes down.
She moves behind me in the kitchen, dragging her fingers over my bare back. “I hope you’re making some for me.”
“Of course,” I say while she hops up on the counter and crosses one leg over the other, not bothering to fix her robe as it gapes open right at her hipbone. Everything—important—is covered, but my mind is playing fucking tricks on me as it scans the immense amount of skin that’s visible.
“Good, because I love French toast.” She pulls on her shoulder and groans. “Ugh, I’m so sore. I think I slept on my neck wrong last night.” She rolls her head side to side, causing the light wisps of her hair to dance along her collarbone. “It’s going to be a long day.”
I flip my last piece of French toast on a plate and turn off the griddle.
“Do you need me to help?” I ask, for some stupid, stupid . . . stupid reason.
“Really?” she asks. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Nah, I have some time before I have to be on the ice for my morning skate.”
She hops off the counter and places her hand on my chest as her eyes beam up at me with appreciation. “I’d be forever grateful.”
“Sure.” I gulp as her hand fits into mine, and she guides me back to the bedroom. “Uh, where are we going?”
She chuckles, and the sound hits me right in the goddamn dick. “Don’t worry, I just figured lying on the bed would be more comfortable. That way, you can straddle me and have better access.”
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
Remember when I said I was stupid? I meant it.
“You can use my lotion that’s on the nightstand,” she says.
Oh great, the lotion that makes me horny just from the smell of it. Awesome. Thumbs up.
“Probably best if I remove my robe.”
Before I can protest, she whips it off, her back to me, and she wraps one arm across her breasts, covering them.
But that’s the only thing she covers.
“Hope you don’t mind that I’m wearing a thong. Not like you haven’t seen my ass before.” She laughs as she lies down on the bed on her stomach.
Yup, I’ve seen it before, but I haven’t had sex in a few months. MONTHS. This feels like a modern-day torture device, just staring back at me, begging for my hands. Fuck, I want her. And her thong, if that’s what you want to call the three thin straps of red clinging to her soft skin.
Fucking red.
There’s something about that color, pressed so tightly to her skin that ignites an ember inside me. That and the blatant display of her ass.
I want to spank it.
I want to sink my teeth into it.
I want to see if she’d take my fingers . . . my cock.
I want to spread her legs wide and glide my hand along her seam to see if she’s wet, if she’s as needy as I am.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, lifting up and turning just enough that I can see the slightest curve of her side boob.
“No.” I let out a low cough. “Nothing’s wrong.” Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the stupid, sweet-smelling lotion and squirt a solid amount on my hands. I’m going to be smelling this all goddamn day, even when I’m getting dressed for the game. I can feel it already.
Then I climb on the bed and straddle her body. “Am I pressing down on you too hard? I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
“No, you feel good, Eli.”
My nostrils flare, and I take a deep breath. Just rub her shoulder. That’s all you have to do, rub her freaking shoulder.
I reach down and move my hand along her tight muscles.
“Oh, yes, right there,” she moans as her hands curl into the blanket beneath her. “That feels so good, Eli.”
Holy mother of God.
When I agreed to do this, I didn’t think she’d sound like she was mid-orgasm. If I’d predicted that, there’s no way I’d have offered to massage her.
But too late now.
“Is the, uh . . . pressure okay?”
“So good,” she says on a heavy breath. “Oh Eli, your hands, they feel amazing.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to keep a handle on things. Think of gross things, things that won’t make your dick hard like . . .
Posey eating a bologna sandwich.
And . . . Taters showing me that hairball from the locker room showers the other day.
And . . . the gash in Pacey’s knee that one time we played hockey on his hometown lake.