Page 89 of Slapshot
Kaitlyn bounds over with a big grin as Ash hobbles off. “What do you think?”
“You look perfect.” She really does. The silver dress she’s wearing is short and silky. Her boots come up over her knees and boost her up a few inches so that her lips are closer to my level.
“I meant the house.” She grins at me with those killer lips coated in red. Yep, that’s gonna be all over me tonight.
“Oh yeah, also perfect.”
“I know you’re just saying that, but I don’t even care. Tonight is going to be amazing.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “I’ve never kissed anyone that I actually liked on New Year’s Eve.”
“New Year’s Eve eve.”
“Same difference. We’re going to do a mock ball drop, complete with champagne. Vivian splurged on the good stuff.”
“She knows that the party is here, right? At a house full of hockey dudes?”
“Yes. She’s just choosing to overlook it.”
I chuckle. “Well, Ash is out of commission for a while so he’s basically not a hockey player.”
“I doubt she’ll see it that way. It’s like in your blood or something. Once a hockey player, always a hockey player.”
“You say it like we’re contagious.”
She hums a teasing response.
An hour later, my house is filled way beyond capacity. The party is loud and crazy. The dance floor is a big hit. Girls are dancing, holding drinks and spilling them on our hardwood floors. That’ll be a pain to clean up.
Kaitlyn is in the middle of it all. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her having so much fun. Makes the thought of mopping floors tomorrow a little more bearable.
Me and the guys are standing around, holding up the walls, and watching.
“I miss having somewhere to sit,” Pax says as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other.
“There’s room on the end of the couch,” I say and motion toward it. On the opposite end, a petite redhead is straddling Kirk and he’s got his hands up the front of her shirt.
“Yeah, no thanks. I think you might need to burn that thing after tonight.”
Not a terrible idea. It’s definitely going to take a few days to burn the image from my brain. I think I’ll be sitting on the floor from now on.
“Do you want to play washers outside or… anything but stand here?”
“No. I think I’ve gotta go in the belly of the beast,” I say. Kaitlyn is beckoning me from the center of the dance floor with a sexy smile that I can’t resist.
“Good luck with that.” Pax laughs as I step toward her.
Arms flailing, hips shaking—the mass of girls dancing in my living room is sort of terrifying as I get close. I’ve watched more than one girl enter and get sucked into the vortex. Luckily, Kaitlyn meets me at the edge of the crowd. “Dance with me?”
“Later.” And by later I mean alone in my room, very naked. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Mmm. Me too.” Her lips brush against mine and her arms go around my neck. She’s flush against me and still swaying side to side. Dancing like this isn’t so bad. Actually, there aren’t a lot of things I couldn’t endure while kissing Kaitlyn.
It’s been like that from day one. She just does something for me that I can’t describe. Being near her is a rush. Kissing her is a high. Loving her is the best feeling in the world.
She pulls back and then brings a thumb to my lower lip. “Sorry.”
“You got it all over me, didn’t you?”
“It’s a good shade for you. What was your surprise?”
