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“I really need to get a fucking coat,” he says, holding my hand and hurrying down the sidewalk.
I’m dressed appropriately with a hat, scarf, and gloves, and I’m still cold.
“Here.” I unravel my scarf and then he humors me by letting me wrap it around his neck. “Pink is a good color on you.”
“Yeah?”
“And I didn’t realize what good leverage it provides.” I yank on one end, forcing him to step into me.
His face is cold as I go up on my toes to kiss him. Icy hands work their way into my coat and under my shirt. I inhale sharply as his frozen fingers zap the warmth from my heated skin.
“I will so get you back for this.” I can barely form words from the shock of cold.
“Come on, baby doll. I know just what to do. We need to get naked and lie together so we can share body heat and warm you up.”
“Oh how selfless of you.”
He nods with a big, boyish grin. Warmth spreads through my insides, though, so ridiculous but effective.
We barely make it into his room before he’s stripping me out of my layers and kissing me like it’s been months instead of hours since we’ve had sex. Being the focus of Lex’s attention still trips me up. There aren’t any doubts in the way he touches me. All in. And for once, I give it back the same way. No hesitation. I might crash and burn, but not without someone waiting to pick me back up.
“What time is your alarm set for?” I ask him as he picks me up and carries me toward the bed. “I was planning on going to the rink early tomorrow. I didn’t finish all the laundry.”
“No alarm.” He takes my mouth again and I lose myself to his taste and the hungry way he consumes me with every stroke of his tongue.
I have to push at his chest to get a word in. “What do you mean, no alarm? Aren’t you getting up to run?”
“Nope.” He grins. “Thought I’d sleep in tomorrow.”
“I see. Now that you’ve made it, you’re gonna start slacking,” I joke.
He runs a finger along my jaw and tips my chin up to meet his lips. “Turns out, some things are more important than hockey.”
26
Lex
It’s New Year’s Eve eve, but we’re partying tonight because we have a game on the first. Tomorrow night I’ll be tucked in early and miss the start of a new year. Not all bad since I’ll have my girl with me. The new year is already looking up.
Kaitlyn is supervising the twins as they move the living room furniture around to make room for dancing.
“A little more to the right,” she says. Hands on hips, she watches as they carry our ancient and heavy couch to the far wall. “No, I think I liked it back over there.”
“Tell me why we’re rearranging the entire first floor again?” Ash asks as he stands beside me. “No one’s ever complained about the setup before.”
“Kaitlyn thinks we need a place for dancing.”
He raises a brow and crosses his arms over his chest. “You are so fucked.”
“Yep.” No reason in denying it. I’m a goner. If she asked to paint the walls pink and add a reading nook, I’d probably be at the home good store picking out color swatches. “Vivian’s stopping by. I hear she likes to dance.”
“I don’t think I’ll be doing any dancing. It still hurts to walk.”
“Guess that also rules out sex.”
My buddy took a nasty hit and injured his groin in last weekend’s game. He’s out for at least another two weeks.
“I never rule out sex.” He chuckles and then winces. “Fuck. I need to go sit down.”
