Page 95 of Bagging the Blueliner
He pointed a finger at me. “You’re trouble.”
Cal got close enough to growl in my ear, “I’ve got something I can feed you later, don’t you worry.” His blue eyes darkened when he pulled back to find that his words had me clenching my thighs. Backing up slowly, he mouthed the word “Later,” and I nearly came on the spot.
Natalie stared at me wide-eyed, a light blush on her cheeks. Once the boys were out of earshot, she whispered, “Damn, that was panty-melting hot.”
I flashed her a lopsided grin. “Yep. I’m over here living the dream. About damn time.”
After a few days in the sun in San Diego, the team entourage moved northward to Los Angeles to play the California Cougars. Unfortunately, their arena was located downtown, so it wasn’t logistically feasible to book us another hotel near the coast.
Lying in bed, wearing nothing but a sheet, I watched Cal get dressed for practice. Biting my lip, all I wanted to do was sink my teeth into that tight ass of his. I was pretty sure he could crack a walnut between those defined cheeks. He was covered in muscles from head to toe, but the lower half of his body was massive—legs as thick as tree trunks and a rounded butt were the result of decades spent training and skating.
“You’re drooling,” he remarked over his shoulder, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts.
“Can you blame me?” I didn’t bother to hide the fact that I was openly ogling his perfect body.
Smirking, he threw on a Comets-branded dri-fit shirt before sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. Leaning over, he tugged the sheet down my body so that it pooled around my waist. Silently, he tugged my nipple between his teeth.
My head dropped back, and I moaned.
Releasing me, he stood, scanning my body with hunger in his eyes. “You should get dressed.”
Stretching my arms above my head, I fell back onto the pile of pillows. “I don’t think that I will. This bed is too comfy. Besides, you left me sore from last night. I think trashy daytime TV and room service are the perfect cure. You should fake an injury and play hooky. I could make it worth your while.” I waggled my eyebrows for emphasis.
“Tempting.” Cal shook his head, used to my antics by now. “There’s a car waiting for you downstairs. Get dressed. Take Natalie with you.”
My brows drew down. “What are you talking about? Why is there a car waiting downstairs?”
Bending down for one more kiss before he left, he whispered against my lips, “It’s a surprise.”
Who was this man, and what had he done with my Cal?
This felt—dare I say it—romantic.
Rising to his full height, Cal backed toward the door, reluctant to let me leave his sight. “I gotta go. Have a fun day with Nat.”
Turning, he opened the door and left me in stunned silence.
What was he up to?
“Did he say what kind of car to be on the lookout for?” Natalie asked as we left the hotel lobby and descended the steps of the front entrance.
“No. He just said a car.” I frowned, scanning the circular drive, noting a black limo parked to the side but instantly dismissing it as our ride.
“Can I help you, miss?” Turning, I discovered the bell captain, dressed smartly in his hotel uniform, approaching to assist us.
Sensing my apprehension, Natalie took the lead. “We’re on the lookout for a car that’s supposed to be waiting for us.”
Smiling warmly at Natalie, the bell captain clasped his hands together. “Of course. Would it happen to be for a Miss Moreau?”
Gesturing in my direction, she confirmed, “Yes, that’s my friend here.”
Holding out an arm in the direction of the limo, he commanded, “Follow me.”
Natalie looked back at me in shock. Yeah, I was right there with her. Cal had sent a limo for me? What the hell was going on?
Opening the door, the bell captain held out a gloved hand to help us into the limo. “My name is Warren, if you ladies need anything on your return. Have a lovely day.”
Thanking Warren in a daze, I sank down into the back of the limo, allowing him to close the door behind me.
