Page 88 of Catch
“I always have food on hand. Real food, not snacks. Hockey players eat by volume.”
“I’ll split a sub. And a Gatorade, I need the electrolytes,” I reply. “But I’d like to get out of these dirty clothes first.”
Ethan pauses and turns to face me again. The heated look in his eyes tells me we won’t be refuelling until later. Much, much later.
“I can help you with that.”
“I think I can manage,” I chuckle.
Ethan shakes his head and crooks his finger at me.
“My room, my rules. Come here, Sugar.”
I bend over and take off my boots first, then stalk up to him.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask.
Ethan grins.
“At first, I did it to get your attention. Well, to bug you and to get your attention, but now?—”
“Yes?”
“I’d say it’s because you have the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
I blush like I’ve never had a compliment before.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms.
His eyes roam over my face, like he’s memorizing every detail.
“I’m here.”
“Overnight.”
“Oh.”
“I said I did, didn’t I?”
“I thought that was heat of the moment talk.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s the truth. But you should also know—” He pauses and offers a brief, almost bashful smile. “I don’t ever ask anyone to stay. Ever.”
I swallow hard as my heart takes off running.
“Alright.”
“I don’t know what this is exactly, but you’re not like the others. I need you to know that.”
I don’t think he’s giving me a line. My chest tightens, and I lick my sore lips.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m going to fuck you and tell you to leave.”
I bite back a grin. I shouldn’t be charmed by his admission, but it’s way too fucking late.
“Feed me, fuck me, and—” I pause and kiss him. “Don’t hog the covers.”
