Page 85 of Hockey Halloween
Oh.
Both hands grip my butt, strong and possessive, and then he lifts me slightly off the ground, grinding into me. Okay, so apparently, I’m not moving too fast after all.
My hips roll against his, friction and heat driving me straight out of my mind as I practically dry hump him. Fine, there’s no “practically” about it at all. I am dry humping Gunther up against thedamn sink like we’re in some kind of fever dream, and I don’t want to wake up.
But then swiftly, his lips rip from mine, and I’m suddenly awake. Wide awake. His hands clamp down on my shoulders, and he gently but firmly sets me back.
Cold air rushes between us.
No.
No, no, no—pleasetell me I didn’t just completely misread all of this.
I stare up at him, breath coming in short gasps, my heart pounding so loud I can barely hear.
Knock knock.
“How long are you going to be?”
A voice from the hallway.
That’s when it clicks.
The door.
The one I never thought to lock.
And that voice…Roman.
My brain catches up all at once.That’s why Gunther pulled away. Not because he regretted it. Not because he didn’t want it. But because?—
“We’re about to be interrupted,” he mutters, voice hoarse as he swallows hard.
“Roman,” I manage to get out, sounding breathless as I glance toward the door. My body is still thrumming, my skin tingling, my dress—somewhere around my hips.
“We should probably go,” I say, trying to find my legs beneath me.
He nods, but neither of us moves. Roman’s knock at the door breaks the stillness, and I jump into action. I smooth my hair down with shaky fingers and twist the faucet, letting the water run cold as I press my hands to my flushed cheeks.
In the mirror, I catch Gunther adjusting himself, and a smile nearly escapes. I bite my lip, trying to keep it hidden. But the truth is, the sight makes me giddy because I did that to him.
“It’s not funny,” he grumbles.
“I wasn’t laughing.” I try to keep a straight face, but it’s hopeless. “Okay, I was. Totally was. Sorry. It’s not funny.”
The doorknob turns and Gunther shoots into action. “Hang on,” he calls out, reaching under his skirt to adjust himself properly. “A damn Wonder Woman suit. What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking you wanted to win karaoke.”
“That’s a given when you’re singing with me.”
The compliment lands like a soft caress, and my heart flutters in my chest. Gunther’s always been so damn supportive of me, my career, my dreams. He’s never wavered even when my parents weren’t sure.
“Dude, hurry up.” Roman’s voice breaks through the quiet.
“We’ll be right out,” I say before I can stop myself. Dammit. Roman’s going to readinto that. But then again, does it even matter?
A beat passes, then Roman’s voice, teasing. “What are you two doing in there, Gunther? Don’t tell me you’re…”
