Page 71 of Hot Shot
“I’m honored. And I have to admit a little thrilled I’m the only one who will ever share this with you. I’m excited to explore this together because I might not be as pure as you but I’m not far off it. I’ve only sleep with three guys. It’s hard to trust anyone to let them that close. I haven’t been with anyone since your second year of college. The year we got close when…”
“When Mom was killed.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t seeing anyone for a while before that and after… Well, after, I felt like I belonged to you. Or maybe it was I didn’t feel like I belonged with anyone else.” She shrugs. “It’s hard to explain.”
“I get it. Believe me, I get it. Being a hormone riddled teenager who can’t get it up for anyone but his best friends’ older sister is extremely hard to explain. Not that I tried. Can you imagine the teasing I would have gotten?”
Her mouth splits into a grin, her lips quickly parting on a laugh.
“Yeah, you can laugh.”
“My brothers would have had a field day with that info.”
I shudder at the thought.
She has to suck in a breath as another burst of laughter breaks free. “Oh, god. They really would have been merciless.”
“I’ve kept this secret for years, I’m trusting you to keep it with me.” I’m not. I don’t care if she tells anyone. Nothing matters to me any more except having Blake, claiming her as my own. The world knowing she’s mine.
“I would never talk to them about my sex life, why the hell would I talk to them about yours?”
It’s my turn to shrug. “Don’t know. Not sure why I said that.”
“Okay, here’s the deal. From now on, from this minute, my secrets are your secrets, and your secrets are my secrets.”
“Deal. Should we shake on it or…”
“Oh. I think we can seal this deal with something better than a handshake.” Her hands find my waist, her fingers curling into the waistband of my pants. “But first we’ll need to get rid of these clothes.”
“Can I admit to a teenage fantasy and maybe convince you to make it a reality?”
“Of course, I told you I want to make all your wishes come true.”
I can’t believe I’m going to tell her about this, ask her to turn it real. “I used to lie on that bed and think about you upstairs, in the shower. I’d imagine you coming down here in only a towel because the lights have gone out and nobody else is home. You’d ask to sleep with me because you’re scared of the storm raging outside…”
“This is sounding very elaborate.”
“I had a vivid imagination when it came to you. Still do.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Now I’m thinking maybe I pulled you in here out of that storm and you’re soaked to the skin, freezing cold, and I need to do everything I can to warm you up.”
“Like?”
“Body heat. Body heat is the best and fastest way to raise your temperature.”
“Pretty sure my temp is already rising.”
“Let’s see how high we can get it.”
I don’t waste time ridding us of our clothes. I’ve seen Blake in a swimsuit, in gym gear, but never completely naked. Never with only light covering her body.
She’s built—from all the years of hockey—strong and powerful, and I’m relieved I won’t need to temper my own strength. Because now that I have her, now that she’s naked in my arms, I’m not sure I can hold back.
I’ve waited years to touch her, to taste her, to be hers. And that’s what it comes down to. I’m offering her me. A virgin for her to deflower.
“What’s with that smirk?”
