Page 92 of Wild About You
I walk toward him, body tingling as he gives me an appreciative once-over, smiling big when his gaze lands on my face.
“Wow, Piper. You look…” His deep voice trails off and he takes my hand and tugs me flush against him. “So fucking hot.”
He kisses me hard and groans into my mouth. I forget where we are until I hear someone laugh next to us. I pull back and blush. “Ooops.”
“This is why I wanted to ride over with you. I could have gotten it all out of my system.” He kisses me again, quicker and softer this time.
“Do you really believe that?” I ask, smiling and wiping my lipstick off him.
“No, but I still wish I’d been there. I could have felt you up on the ride over.” His arm circles my waist and his fingers dip low on my back until they’re almost palming my ass.
“I’m starving.” He glances around the room. “Anything good?”
“Lots of cheese, some crackers and bread, nuts.” I lead us back through the room and to one of the tasting stations.
His arm never leaves my waist as he tries different whiskeys and eats his weight in nuts and cheese. He introduces me to more of his teammates and then his coach.
“This is Piper Vaughn, my girlfriend.”
I vibrate with happiness next to him. It’s the first time he’s called me that since we’ve been back together, and it feels even better than it did then.
“You’re Tim’s niece,” Coach Miller says, and lifts his glass to take a sip.
“That’s right.”
“How’s he doing? I haven’t seen him in a couple of years. He did some skill clinics and drop-ins for a junior team I coached. Great hockey player, great guy.”
I catch him up on Tim, and Coach tells me a couple of stories from when he watched him play early in his career. Uncle Tim retired by the time I was in middle school, so I don’t remember it that well, but I love hearing stories about him.
Eventually the Wildcats’ head coach gets pulled away and Tyler and I are alone.
“Someday people are going to tell stories about you like that.”
Tyler’s brows lift up toward his hairline. “Comparing my hockey skills to your uncle will get you everywhere, baby—not that you need an advantage.”
Laughing, he pulls me off to the side of the room where Scarlett and Leo are standing.
“Having fun?” Tyler asks his teammate.
“A blast.” He looks at Scarlett. “How much longer do we have to stay?”
Scarlett elbows him and shakes her head.
“An hour?” he asks.
She smirks.
“Two?” His voice borders on a whine, and he sighs.
“We have to stay at least as long as my parents, but Mom is tired so that shouldn’t be much longer.”
“I’m starving.” He makes a sound like a growl, and a smiling Scarlett brings her lips up to meet his.
“Yeah, I need to get some real food soon or I’m going to die,” Tyler says, and brings our joined hands up to his mouth to kiss my fingers. “I see the VP of marketing. I’m going to say hi and make sure she sees me so we can split soon.”
“Coming with you,” Leo says, walking behind him.
Scarlett takes a step closer when they’re gone. “Leo hates these things. I spend more time getting ready for them than we do at the event. His agent has him signed up for so many functions, he’s getting a little grumpy.”
