Page 45 of Frozen Hearts
“There is nobut, Logan,” I interrupt, remaining firm. “I’ll come to your home games… so long as they don’t interfere with my work schedule. But there is no way I can take the time off to go to your away ones. Not to mention the expense and the time it would take away from my studies.”
His lips purse into a thin, tight line, and I can see the cogs working behind his eyes.
“Okay,” he eventually agrees. “You’ll come to all of my home games.”
“So long as they don’t interfere with work.”
“So long as they don’t interfere with your work,” he repeats in agreement.
“And for away games, and any other games you can’t attend, you agree to FaceTime me instead.”
“Logan,” I groan.
“Or send a photo at the very least. I need to see your face before each game, Shortcake. Ideally, I need to hear your voice and see you standing in the crowd, preferably wearing my jersey.But,if I have to, I’ll settle for a photo.”
I release a long exhale, staring up at him for a long moment.
His desperate plea is impossible to say no to. And the fact he believes I’m his lucky charm? What more could a girl ask for? He’s literally perfection personified.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll attend your home games, and the ones I can’t make, I agree to FaceTime or send you a photo.”
His boyish grin is the best reward as he wraps his big, muscular arms around me and lifts me off my feet. I laugh as he spins me around in the small room.
“You know, feel free to get creative with the photos. Something in lingerie, or nude.” He wags his eyebrows, making me chuckle as I shove his shoulder to put me down.
“Don’t push your luck, mister.”
Grinning, he keeps his arms loosely wrapped around my waist. His chest brushes mine as the teasing moment disappears and he grows serious. “I had one more thing I wanted to ask.”
“Don’t you think you’ve asked for enough favors today?” I tease.
“Just one more.”
I arch a brow, waiting.
“Go on a date with me.”
He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but his usual cockiness is nonexistent. There’s a vulnerability I haven’t witnessed before hidden in the depths of his eyes as he waits for my answer.
“I don’t want to only see you at hockey games or in the library. I want to be able to text you, to hear your voice before I go to sleep at night. I want to take you on dates and show you off on campus. Iwantto get to know you—all of you—because what I’ve seen so far… well, it has me pretty damn obsessed.”
“Okay.”
His eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Did he really think I’d say no? How could I after that little speech? His surprise vanishes as quickly as it came, his impish grin spreading across his face as he leans in to kiss me.
My lips part, my tongue swirling around his. His arms tighten around me as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. In the privacy of the study room, it quickly turns heated. Hands on my hips, Logan backs me up against the wall before sliding his thick thigh between mine. The friction against the thin fabric of my leggings causes me to gasp into his mouth.
He groans, his hard body towering over me as his hips press against mine. Feeling the long length of his arousal against my abdomen, my core clenches with a hunger I hadn’t known was possible.
I whimper as he works his thigh against my clit.
“Fuck, Shortcake. You’re so hot. The sounds you make are so sexy.”
His hands slide around to grasp my ass, moving me up and down his jean-clad thigh.
“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.”
“Logan.”
