Page 6 of Cross Check My Heart
So, when I walked into the locker room to one of my teammate’s balls deep in the chick that I’d been seeing for a couple weeks, who had sworn she wasn’t that into hockey and clearly lied about being a bunny, I ended it and told myself that I was done with dating for a while.
One month later, Sarah had her accident.
Since then, I hadn’t even thought twice about women. This intense attraction to Lilly simply has to be my body catching up to the fact that it’s been so long.
My gaze is drawn to the blush spreading across her cheeks. The way she bites her bottom lip as she watches me with hooded eyes makes it hard to think of anything else as I, again, find myself wondering what her lips would taste and feel like.
“Dominator?” She’s clearly amused, so I shoot her a wink and a smirk that usually works well with making women swoon.
“Only nickname that rings true on all fronts of my life.”
Instead of swooning like I had expected, Lilly turns so her whole body is angled my way and laughs. It’s not just one of those flirty, cute, and innocent giggles. Instead, it is a full body laugh, one that is nothing but pure joy and happiness. An uncontrollable smile spreads across my face in response.
“Does that line work on all the ladies?”
“In order for him to know the answer, Dom would have to actually socialize with the opposite sex.”
Two things stop me from turning to glare at Garrett.
First, a squeal from Paige has all of us spinning toward her. She’s looking up at the sky but instantly scrambles and grabs all our phones from our hands or chair. Throwing them all in her purse before she zips it shut, covers it with her sweater, and shoves it under her chair. I’m about to ask her what that was for when I feel a drop of water hit my arm. I almost expect the two of them to be getting ready to run for cover, but instead, I find that they’re both giggling and smiling at each other.
Just as the clouds above open up, drenching everyone here, the horns start blaring. Turning to look at the screen through the sudden downpour of rain, I catch the replay of two Bobcat players passing the puck back and forth before number seventeen shoots, scoring the team’s third goal.
The rain seems to have hyped everyone here up even more as cheers and hollers surround us. The energy is contagious, even though my clothes are now fully soaked, I smile and cheer along. The team is killing it tonight, and they still have ten more minutes left in the final period.
The cheering increases as music starts to play, the bass pounding, increasing in tempo. I’m so caught up in the thrill of it that I join in and laugh as Garrett grabs my hand. Next thing I know I’m matching his idiotic dance moves in the rain, but it’s not the music that has me playing along with his ridiculous antics. As Garrett dramatically shimmies his chest in my direction the sound of Lilly’s laughter echoing in my mind is what encourages me to play along.
A couple minutes later with the rain still pouring down on us, we’re all back standing in front of our chairs smiling. I honestly can’t remember the last time that I smiled or laughed this much.
Lilly’s shirt clings to her skin, showing off her perfect curves even more. It takes all my self-control to not let my eyes trail down the rest of her body. Most women that I have come across would be screaming and crying about being caught in the rain, but these two next to me seem to be on cloud nine.
Lilly hands my beer to me, apparently while I was caught up in making her laugh, she had enough logic to grab both our drinks and stop the rain from getting in.
“Better finish this before the rain makes it even more watery.”
Our fingers brush as I reach to take my drink back, not really caring at all if the rain ruins it. My eyes snag on the strand of wet hair that has come loose and clings to her cheek, I gently tuck it behind her ear. I’m too caught up in her closeness, in the way her wet skin feels against my hand, to back away.
There’s a distant voice in my head screaming to stop, but watching my fingers trail the side of her neck overrides it. The shadows from the rain clouds and the blue lights that are dancing across her face do nothing to hide the flush on Lilly’s cheeks and neck.
I lean forward to set my beer in the cup holder and she leans into my touch, her chest pressing into mine as I stand straight. With my other hand now free, I watch her closely, checking for any signs that she wants me to stop. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her gaze settles on my lips as her hand that still has her drink in it presses against my hip, while the other comes up to settle on my chest. There is no doubt that she can feel my heart racing beneath her palm. I wait until she’s finally looking at me and raise an eyebrow waiting for her to answer my silent question.
Do you want me to kiss you?
Her eyes darken with desire as she nods her head. I watch her for a moment, making sure she won’t want to change her mind. Clearly growing impatient, her hand moves from my chest totangle in my hair at the nape of my neck as she lightly pulls me toward her.
The blaring horns, people cheering, and the music blasting all paled in comparison as I crush my lips to hers. At this moment, with the horn echoing through the air to signal the final goal, all I know is that one kiss is not enough. It should scare me how much I want her, but all I feel is invigorated and desperate for more as she presses into me.
With the rain beating down and the fans cheering all around us, I’m in my own world with only one thought on my mind as I hold Lilly impossibly close to me.
I need more of her.
Everything I knew about kissing was a lie. Back when I started dating Cam during my Freshman year of college, he told me that kissing or making out was something best left to movies or books. Literally, on our second date the guy went on for tenminutes about how girls want fireworks and all this fictional shit from the exchanging of saliva.
When put like that to an eighteen-year-old with a crush who wants to impress the new guy she’s seeing… there’s no surprise that I didn’t think twice about kissing much afterwards.
I hadn’t realized that, outside of a kiss on the cheek or a peck on the lips, I’ve never truly been kissed.
Until now.
