Page 74 of Desperate Pucker
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Glad to hear it. We’re headed to Montreal in a couple of days, then Toronto, then Milwaukee for a week on the road. We’re eager to have you with us.”
“I’ll be ready.”
He walks me out of his office. On the way to my office, I see Ryker standing at my door.
His eyes brighten when he sees me. “Hey.”
I smile. “Hey. What are you doing here?”
“Wanted to say hi, see how you were doing.”
“I’m good.” I beam. “I got some exciting news from Coach Porter.”
Ryker’s mouth hooks up in a half-smile. “Yeah?”
“I’m going to start traveling with you guys for away games so I can train you on the road.”
He grins wide and my heart explodes.God. He’s beautiful when he smiles.
Ryker grabs my hand, then opens the door to my office. He pulls me inside and shuts the door.
Then he presses me against the wall and crashes his mouth against mine.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls against my lips. “Get it, princess.”
I moan into his mouth, my clit throbbing. Holy hotness.
I never thought I was the kind of woman who’d like getting pushed against a wall and kissed…but with Ryker, I love it. It’s so carnal but also romantic.
When we break apart, I’m breathless. I touch my fingers to my lips and smile, my cheeks hot.
“We should celebrate,” Ryker says.
I grin harder. He’s so freaking sweet.
“Let me take you out to dinner,” he says.
“I should be the one taking you out to dinner,” I say. “As a thank you for taking care of me when I was sick.”
“I like taking care of you. No need to thank me.”
I bite back the massive grin pulling at my lips. My chest tingles at the thought of this giant, gruff man doting on me.
“I’m not in the mood to go out,” I say.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Hanging out at my apartment with you.”
I trace my finger down his chest. Through the fabric of his shirt, I feel the hardness of his muscles.
“Wanna come over tonight?”
A wicked smile appears on his ruggedly handsome face. “Absolutely.”
“That smells amazing,” I say while standing next to Ryker at the stove in my kitchen. “What are you making?”
“Baked potato soup.”
