Page 115 of Lucky Laces
He jerks, probably because along with the words, I also can’t resist darting my tongue out to taste his earlobe.That flick has his packing intensifying and he basically ends up shoving everything into my backpack without any of my usual carefulness, papers and pens going loose, my laptop not in the padded sleeve, my water bottle barely making it into the pocket on the side.Then he’s yanking at the zipper, fighting to bring it around to the other side of the canvas.
But he does it.
And in less than ten seconds, I’m packed up and his gaze is locking with mine again.“Doc cleared me.”
I shiver again.
Only three words and yet they manage to convey a full night’s worth of fantasies.
In a second, I’m wet and aching and searching for another shadowy alcove to start acting out those fantasies…or maybe to just take the edge off ten days’ worth of foreplay, but I don’t so much as get a chance to even suggest that the space behind the partially closed door may have enough privacy for us to do what we need to do before he’s slinging my backpack over his shoulder, grabbing my hand and hauling me out through the corridors.
Thankfully, they’re mostly empty, but I don’t miss that Cam and King are in the hall, that they definitely clock Hudson’s hold on me and the urgency with which we’re hightailing it out of the rink because their smirks are ridiculously huge.
But they don’t say anything aloud as Huddy drags me out, and we don’t meet anyone else on our way to the parking lot.
Still, I have no doubt that our journey will be discussed.
That’s a problem for another day, however.
Right now, I’m wondering the best—read,quickest—way for us to get through the afternoon commute traffic so Huddy and I can get horizontal.
Or vertical.
Or really any kind of -al.
“Tell me,” I demand as we peel out of the lot.
A heated look in my direction but he only holds my gaze for a second because then he’s weaving through traffic, eyes focused on the signals and obstacles and other cars around us.
Probably for the best.
Especially when he starts giving me the update on what Doc said—basically that Hudson is completely healed and can return to his normal activities, albeit with measured intent and extra attention from the training staff.
Woohoo!
Because I have all sorts of thoughts onmymeasured intent.
And how long he’ll let me keep it up before he takes over.
I grin, staring out the window as the road flies by, thinking it won’t be all that long.
Thinking how fun it’s going to be to get to the point where my measured intent has his control splintering and I get to enjoy an out of control hockey player in my bed.
In fact, I’m thinking about it so hard I don’t realize that we’re already pulling up to Hudson’s house.
Fuck, yes.
I reach for the handle, start to pop the door, but he snags my shoulder, tugs me back.
Eyes going wide, I look at him.“Wh?—”
He leans over the console and kisses me.It’s short but no less deep or intense than any of the kisses we’ve shared over the last few days.
“Let me.”
I blink, breathing heavily.“Let you what?”
His mouth hitches up.“Let me give you the night you deserve.”
