Page 34 of Slapshot
Pax already knows and most of the others wouldn’t blink an eye, but I get that it’s more complicated since she’s working for the team. “We’ll go in through the back door.”
Her lips twist into a smile and she quirks a brow. “Is that some sort of innuendo?”
I bark a laugh into the silent night. “Here’s hoping.”
Kaitlyn hides behind me as I step through the creaky back entrance. It opens into the kitchen. “All clear,” I whisper and hold the screen door wide for her.
“I’m just on the second floor. Almost there.” I’m watching over my shoulder to make sure she follows and miss the first step. “Oh, fuck,” I call out as I knock into the wall and hit my funny bone.
Kaitlyn giggles and then as if remembering where she is inhales sharply and holds her breath.
The TV is on in the living room, but I can’t hear anyone in the house otherwise until Tate yells out, “Vonne, that you?”
“Yep, just me. Nobody else. All alone.”
“Oh my god,” Kaitlyn mutters quietly and she presses into me like she’s trying to disappear.
“Up for some PlayStation?” he asks.
“Not tonight, pretty tired. Catch you tomorrow.” I drag Kaitlyn behind me upstairs and into my room.
“We made it,” I say as I shut us inside.
She starts giggling again. “How am I going to leave without being seen?”
“We’ll deal with that later.” I invade her space and wrap my arms around her back. “Or you might just be trapped forever.”
I bring my mouth down near hers but not quite kissing her.
“I thought you just wanted to talk.”
“I do… tell me everything about you.”
“Later.” She closes the distance, and her lips touch mine.
I don’t waste one second kissing her back. For all her hesitation, when Kaitlyn gives in—she gives completely. She holds nothing back as her soft lips part. Our tongues tangle and teeth bump.
Cold fingers slide under my sweatshirt and the T-shirt underneath. My ab muscles contract under her touch. She pushes the material up exposing my lower stomach.
“Uh-uh,” I say. “Gotta give me something first.”
“Excuse me?” Her face pulls back, and those big, blue eyes search mine.
“You want this shirt, then you’re going to have to earn it.”
“What?” She laughs.
I flip on a lamp and then lean against the edge of the desk. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got beer and Gatorade.”
“I want you to take off your shirt and kiss me.”
Finally having her admit out loud that she wants me is a boost, but I’ve got a sense of Kaitlyn. If we fool around tonight without talking, we’ll be in the same place. She’ll walk out of here pretending it was nothing.
I grab two beers and offer her one. “If you could have a superpower, what would you choose?”
“A superpower?” A smile splits her lips.
“It was the first question that came to mind.” Probably because I’m using my super restraint to keep my dick from jumping up and slapping me for stopping to make idle conversation. “If you want me to take this off, you have to answer.”
