Page 114 of Lucky Laces
That shiver is a combo of the need on his face and that sexy smile and…
Because it’s (hopefully) Stitch Removal Day.
I know—both because I’m the coach and know these things but also because this man is mine and he shared his check-in was today—that Huddy has just come from Doc.
And that heat, that smile…they both seem to be pointing at good news.
“I’ll just leave you to it,” Jean-Michel says.
But I’m barely hearing him.
Because the heat in Hudson’s eyes…
Holy hell, how am I not going to be burned to ash by it?
And why am I eagerly anticipating every minute of the conflagration?
Just…tie me to the stake and let him have his way with me as the flames grow.
“See you at the game tomorrow,” Jean-Michel says distantly.
Or maybe it’s not distant, exactly.More like I’m not processing anything aside from the fact that Hudson is striding over to me, making my lungs hitch and my thighs press together.
Jean-Michel could have revealed he’s wearing a tutu and is going to give me a tabletop performance, and I wouldn’t care.
He’s leaving—that’s all that’s pertinent.
“Bye,” I say distractedly.
Because Huddy has gotten close, so close he’s wrapping his fingers around my wrist and drawing me to him, plastering me against his chest.
“Hey,” he mutters.
“Hey,” I breathe, probably sounding like an idiot, but not caring.
When I’m in his arms, held tight like I’m the most precious of cargos, I don’t give a damn about much aside from staying here…and maybe finding some way to do it naked.
“Work’s done for the day,” he says.
“I—”
He reaches behind me and shuts my computer with a quietclick, head bending to my ear, words an erotic caress.“I said,work’s done for the day.”And he pairs that delicious statement with a press of his pelvis against my front?—
I shiver.
Because…holy hell.
He’s bossy.Turned on (something I’m intimately familiar with at the moment considering the hard length of his cock is pushing against my belly).And…he’s all mine.
Total fucking fantasy.
Something he clearly sees on my face because he drops his arms, shifts around me, and starts shoving my stuff into my bag.In an instant, I’m distracted by the play of muscles over his chest and shoulders, the way his shirt lifts slightly in the back, giving me a glimpse of bare skin and taut flesh and?—
Mine.
Just…mine.
Which is why I rise on tiptoe, press my body to his, and murmur, “Please tell me Doc cleared you.”
