Page 34 of Puck with Karma
Chapter 12
Xander
“I’m sorry, what?”
Abby shakes her head, staring at me like I just told her we were about to embark on a trip to the moon.
“Noah can stay here, and I’ll come stay with you,” I shrug like it’s no big deal. In reality, it is a huge deal. After all, we’ve known each other for less than twenty-four hours. And I got to see her naked, but have yet to return the favor.
“What?” Noah bursts from behind us. “You’re moving in with her now? Why can’t I move in with her?” He sounds like a puppy barking at my ankles.
I roll my eyes toward the ceiling, irritated with my teammate. A glance to Abby’s face shows a bit of amusement that’s masking the worry in her eyes. She thinks Noah is cute and funny. That won’t do.
“Shut up,” I point at him. “Don’t be funny. Go pack a bag and get your ass in here.”
Noah just stares at me. “Don’t be funny? What does that even mean?”
Abby presses her face into my chest now, a soft snort of laughter escaping her lips.
“What did I just tell you?” I snap at Noah. “Go!”
Shaking his head in disbelief, he walks away, although, by the looks he’s giving me, it is obvious that he thinks I’ve completely lost it. I’m starting to think that, too. What am I doing?
Having second thoughts now, I am about to back out of this entire thing. But when I look down at Abby’s beautiful face and see the excitement in her eyes, I say fuck it. You only live once, right? Why not explore whatever the hell this is that is happening between us?
“Let me grab some stuff,” I tell her. She nods in surprise. I bet she thought too that I’d be backing out of this.
Just then, I realize how badly she is shivering once again. This time, it’s from the wet clothes she’s got on. I look her up and down, my eyes widening a bit in shock when I realize how sexy she looks with the wet jacket over her bare skin. There’s a hint of cleavage showing and some skin in between the bottom of the jacket and the waistband of her pants, just enough to drive me crazy. She looks like a wet dream.Mywet dream.
“Stay here,” I growl at her, then rush off. I’m scared that if I don’t get her out of here soon, I won’t care who might be witnessing me fucking her senseless.
As I walk by the couch in the living room, I grab the thick blanket laying across the back of it. I think my mother put it there. I march back to where Abby is still waiting for me. Without another word, I wrap the blanket around her shoulders, then pull on it to bring her up onto the tips of her toes.
She gives out a soft yelp when I smash my lips onto hers. The kiss may seem rushed at first, but as soon as I feel her, I decide to take my time. I barely touch her with the tip of my tongue, teasing her mercilessly even when she opens her mouth begging for more.
“For the love of God,” someone speaks from somewhere in the apartment. “Are they leaving anytime soon?”
That’s followed by Burt, clearing his throat, trying to be as respectful as possible.
“Mr. Hamilton.”
I ignore him. Instead, I continue kissing this girl whose mere presence has officially taken over my brain.
“Sir, we need to bring someone in here with a large shop vac so they can clear all this water on the floor, and…”
I finally let go of Abby’s mouth. Her eyes are closed and head is back, definitely not ready for us to stop whatever we are doing. I touch my lips against hers one more time.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
She shivers in delight at hearing my words, then looks down, like she is embarrassed by her instant reaction.
I shake my head to clear the mess I got in it, then finally walk toward my bedroom. As soon as I enter, the carpet under my feet feels soaked and squishy. That only serves to remind me that so are my clothes.
Without a care in the world, I grab a carryon bag from the corner. I always have one on hand for when I travel with the team. I now throw it on the bed and open it, then start packing it with all the essentials. Clean underwear, but not too much, since I plan on being naked a lot. A dry pair of jeans, some t-shirts, a couple of sweatshirts, sweatpants, done.
For a split second, I wonder if I should change out of my wet clothes before heading out, but since I’m only going a few floors down, I don’t want to waste more time.
On my way out the door, I remember to grab my heavy boots, making a mental note to pick up my coat from where I dropped it earlier. My hat should be around there somewhere too.
