Page 178 of Slap Shot

“Canned ravioli it is.”

I grab a pillow from the bed and toss it at his face. “You’re not undoing the months of food I’ve made for you in one night, Hudson Hayes. Take the chicken noodle casserole out of the fridge and heat it up in the oven for twenty minutes.”

“Yes, chef.” He walks into my room, wrapping his arms around my waist and dropping his chin on my shoulder. His hands squeeze my hips and he buries his face in my neck. “Can I have you when you get home? Multiple times?”

“Do you want me multiple times?”

“I want you all day, every day, Mads.” His touch dances up my arms, moving to my stomach. He slips his palm down the front of my shirt, pinching my nipple. I arch my back and let out a sigh, wishing I had more than five minutes before I need to leave. “Is it not obvious?”

“It’s obvious.” I reach behind me, running my hand over his length. I’m not surprised to find him already hard, straining against his sweatpants. “You’re so good at treating me right, Hudson.”

“Never thought I had a praise kink.” He kisses my throat then my jaw. “Until you started calling me good.”

“Yeah?” I give him a gentle stroke over his sweatpants and he groans. “You know what would make you really good?”

“Tell me.”

“If you touched yourself while I was gone, but didn’t come. I like when you get worked up.”

“Fuck.” Hudson rests his forehead against mine, and he thrusts his hips against my palm. “Are you going to think about me while you’re out with your friends?”

“Mhm. I’ll probably talk about you, too.”

“Make sure you tell them no one takes care of you like I do.” It’s his turn to tease, and he slips his hand up my skirt. He grazes his knuckles against the front of my underwear, and I curse him for being so cruel. “That I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“Someone’s sure of himself,” I murmur, but any other retort dies on the tip of my tongue when he pushes a finger inside me and curls it. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is jerking off and not getting to come when I think about all the ways I’m going to have you when you get home. But I can be good. I want to be good for you, Maddie.”

“Good.” I kiss him, and he sighs against me. He sucks on my bottom lip, and I whine when he pulls away. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” He adjusts himself and gives me a smile. “And not just how hot you look. Going to miss your smile too, Golden Girl. How my heart beats fast when you’re around.”

“It does not.”

“Does to.” He takes my hand, resting it on his chest. I feel it beating rapidly, and it makes me blush. “Told you.”

I’mdefinitelyfalling in love with this man.

It’s not an if but a when, and the idea of something being so good, so perfect scares the absolute hell out of me.

“I’ll be back soon.” I stand on my toes and kiss him one more time. “And if you feel like sending me a video, I won’t be mad about it.”

“You can’t say that to me right before you leave.” Hudson drops his head against the wall. “You’re evil, Galloway.”

“You’ll survive.” I touch his arm, and he looks at me. “See you soon, hockey guy.”

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

Piper,Lexi, Emmy, Maven, and I sit at a booth at the back of a restaurant, and my stomach hurts from laughing so much.

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen a tattooed dick,” Emmy tells us after Lexi finishes up another terrible hookup story. “I feel like you can’t do that unless you’re really packing.”

“And this dude was not.” Lexi takes a sip of her wine and glances my way. “Are you going to tell us how Hayes is packing, Madeline?”

“Nope. But he did do something really special for me.” I nudge my water glass out of the way and rest my elbows on the table. “He learned sign language.”

“What?” Maven asks.

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