Page 70 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“What?”

“I’m sorry about that.” He shifted in his seat. “Since we have a game, I didn’t get up until about nine, which was noon back in DC. I went out with the guys for breakfast, and we walked around afterward. When we got back to the hotel, the pregame lunch was ready, so I only got back upstairs a few minutes ago.”

So, since I wouldn’t stay home all day on Saturday when he couldn’t talk, he left me waiting around today to get even? I put a hand over my face and willed myself not to say anything stupid.

“Sven?”

I pulled my hand away. “Yeah?”

“I know what you’re thinking, and it’s?—”

“No, you don’t. I know this is hard for you, but I’m every bit as miserable, and I’ll overlook today because?—”

“Overlook? I didn’t do anything for you to overlook.”

“I miss you, and it’s almost more than I can stand. Do you believe that?”

He nodded but said nothing.

“We’ll be sniping at each other half the time if we don’t agree on a couple of things.” He tried to interrupt, but I held up a hand to silence him. “First, we should be understanding of each other. I’ll start today because I know what it’s like when your buddies want to kill time hanging out.”

“I’m sorry I let?—”

“Second, when we agree to talk at a certain time, we either do it or communicate with each other explaining why we can’t. You said you’d call this morning, and I’ve been waiting around all fucking day wondering if you were too mad to talk to me. You didn’t call when you said you would, you didn’t tell me why, and you didn’t answer the text I sent you.”

“I said I’d call youtoday.”

“No. Last night, right before you hung up, you saidthis morning.”

Instead of arguing, he lost some of the color in his cheeks and tears filled his eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. What a jerk move. I’ll be more careful.”

He was stunning even when upset, and I smiled. “I promise to be careful too.”

“You’re doing that lip thing again.”

I reached up and touched my lower lip. “You like that?”

“Your hair’s messy, like you’ve been lying around waiting for me to come and crawl into bed with you.”

My dick twitched at the idea. “That sounds so good.”

“Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Go to the house and sleep in our bed tonight.”

Damn. He called itourbed.“What do you want me to do there?”

“Besides sleep, call me. I want to watch you come all over the sheets.”

I was breathless from thinking about it. “What about now? We could get you relaxed enough to sleep before the game.”

He twisted his lips into a smirk, which had me wanting to crawl through the phone to get to him. “Are you saying we should jerk off? You want to see me come for you?”

My mouth was getting dry. “Oh yeah, and I want to come for you too. Give you something to think about until tonight.”

He chuckled. “Get out that big Swedish sausage, then, and lie back so I can see you.”

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