Page 80 of Wildcat
“Love that idea.” She drops down and tries to pick up my bag. It weighs about as much as she does.
Laughing, I scoop her up, bag and all, and deposit them both in my car. When we get to my place, I do the same, picking her up and carrying her inside.
“I thought we were celebrating.” She laughs as I strip out of my T-shirt and jeans in the entryway.
“Yeah.” I pause, boxers still on. “A naked celebration. Was that not clear?”
A sexy, husky laugh sounds from her lips, and she pushes the only remaining clothing down over my hips. My dick springs up, happy to see her. She kisses the head of my cock, just as I remember I have a whole setup for this.
“Hold that thought, dream girl.”
She shoots me a confused look as she pops off.
“Close your eyes,” I instruct as I haul her into the living room. I light all the candles, then turn back to her. She’s still fully clothed, but damn, if she isn’t the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. “Okay.”
Her dark lashes flutter open, and she inhales sharply. “Leo Lohan.”
“That’s the first time you’ve said my full name, and I don’t feel like I’m in trouble.”
She shakes her head. “Definitely not in trouble. You did all this for me? Why?”
“I haven’t had a girlfriend in…” I trail off. I don’t even know how long. “That’s not the point. The point is, I’m in this. All in. I really like you. I want to celebrate this.” I motion between us.
I don’t think I’ve ever said those words to someone. Definitely not naked.
Slowly, she pulls her shirt over her head. She kicks off her shoes as she unbuttons her jeans. There’s a look on her face that tells me not to move, so I stare at her as she strips down in front of me in the glow of the candlelight.
She glances at my dick like she might be thinking of dropping to her knees again.
“I need to be inside of you,” I say. “Condoms are upstairs.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says.
“I’m clean. I was tested last month, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
My chest rises and falls in anticipation as she nods. Lust and excitement hang heavy in the air around us.
I set the stage for romance, but I fuck her hard against the wall the first time, too pent up and eager to hold back. I’m so into her. My living room is a scene straight out of a cheesy, romantic comedy, and I’m already thinking of all the other crazy shit like this I can do for her.
The second time is slow on the floor in front of the fireplace—the one thing I didn’t light. When we’re temporarily satiated, I grab blankets from the couch for us to lie on.
“You really haven’t had a girlfriend recently?” Scarlett asks as she curls into my side. She runs a finger down my chest and over my stomach.
“No, not since college.”
“Why not?”
“Uhh…” I try to think of a nice way to put that I was busy sleeping my way through puck bunnies for the first year.
She smirks like she can read the thoughts in my head.
“I let all of it get to me—the girls, the money, the attention.”
“What changed? I mean, you haven’t been in the league that long.”
“At the end of my first year, we were in Boston for a three-game series. It was the first time I’d been back since I left college. After the second game, I went to a party at my college to catch up with some buddies. It was nuts.” I still remember walking in and people calling out to me, and the girls—damn, the girls. I got attention from girls in college, but this was different. They were unabashedly down to fuck, and they let me know it by pulling me into a room where five girls fed me shots, and we did just that. Yeah, not my finest moment.
“I showed up late to practice the next day. I was so hungover.” I shudder at the memory. “Coach Drew, my coach before your dad, took one look at me, benched my ass, and as soon as we got back to Minnesota, he kept me at the rink all-night skating and yelling until he was convinced I learned my lesson.”
