Page 106 of Hot Puck
“You’re naked.”
My eyes bounce between his. His lids are still lowered. He hasn’t opened them since he accepted my words as truth. “I was in the shower.”
“I’m also naked.”
I roll my lips inward. Fight to keep my gaze from lowering.
“I had a dream…”
Oh shit.
His eyes open, pin me under his stare. “It was the best dream of my life.”
Pulling my head away from his, I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t say anything. Because the words on my tongue are agreement. I want to tell him it was the best sex I’ve ever had even if I wasn’t fully awake for it.
“Don’t say anything.” His fingers cover my mouth. “I want to live in the dream a little longer and I’m pretty sure you’re going to say it was a mistake to have that dream.”
When I go to speak, he presses harder against my lips and shakes his head.
“No. We’re going to leave the dream in that bed. Let it rest there until we have time to talk about it. For now, we’ll do what everyone says you do here. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
Why do I want to argue? It’s the best thing to do. Forget it happened. There’s too much at stake?—
“Switch that brain off for a second.” His command has me jerking back a little more. “Nope. Don’t go away.”
His hands over mine still on his face hold me in place.
“We will not think about last night and what it means until after the season is over. We’ll put it aside to look at later. When we’re not staring at the Cup.” His grin is blinding. “We’re playing for the Cup!”
He wraps his arms around me and lifts, spins. Exactly like he did with his sisters at the end of last night’s game. I want to laugh, shout with joy but Chase has forgotten something that I’m incapable of forgetting.
We’re both naked.
And right now, we’re plastered together—skin to skin—from chest to thigh.
My body clenches and weeps and breathing becomes a struggle. And it has nothing to do with the strong arms banded around my chest.
“Chase.”
“We’re playing for the Cup!” He spins a final time then starts walking.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting you back where I found you.”
I don’t understand until I feel the water on my back. “Oh.”
“Yeah. So…” He smiles at me with such hope in his eyes I know I’m not going to be able to deny what he says next. “We’re still in Vegas, and everyone knows what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
“It’s a bullshit statement and everyone knows that too.”
“Maybe.” He moves us both completely under the shower. “But I need to clean you up after I defiled you in your sleep.”
He slowly lowers me to my feet, every inch of him rubbing over every inch of me, and I know I should object. Tell him to get out or get out myself. Except the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m the only thing in the world he wants. I can’t move. Can’t deprive either of us of this moment.
Because he’s right.
We need to shove what happened last night—what happens now—aside and get on with playing for the Cup.
