Chase: A Devil & his Birdie: Havenwood University Book Two

Chapter 35

THAT WAS the single most romantic moment of my life and had me swooning off my seat. I’m trying like hell to catch my breath and get myself together but it’s no use. I’m unwell and totally lovesick. He’s the only cure.

When he took off his gear I swear my kitty purred. He looked beyond gorgeous ripping that jersey off of his body. It was like he was sharing a part of who he was with me and showing the world that he was mine. It left me beyond hot and bothered and had me fanning myself in an ice rink.

It was awfully sweet when he tossed up heart hands for all to see. I was not prepared for what happened next. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d shout across the ice that he loved me. For more than a second, I thought he had lost his damn mind.

It wouldn’t make a difference if he had, I loved this mad man and hollered it right back while my hands made a heart for the first time on their own account.

I’m used to my fingers digging into my palms, scratching over patches of skin, or tightly gripping my razors. My hands have been shredded into bloody ribbons and I’ve got the scars and bandaids to prove it.

They’ve taken the brunt of my pain and it honestly surprised me how easy it was to make a heart out of ‘em today. Those same fingers are now tangled up in the cuff of his jersey and wishing he was here to hold onto.

He was too far away even though we were in the same building, I didn’t like it one bit. I declared my love for this man and I hadn’t laid eyes on him since. It was starting to make me feel a bit crazy.

When my phone vibrated and I saw his name, my heart skipped a beat and I answered it like my life depended on it.

“Hello?” I say at the same time that I plug up my other ear so I can hear what he has to say. The crowd is loud and I duck my head as if that’ll help me hear him better.

“Let’s get out of here, Birdie,” he says with a gravelly voice that leaves me aching to be with him.

“Tell me where to meet you,” I tell him, knowing full well I’d follow him to the moon if that’s where he lead me.

“Top of your section stairs,” he rattles off and I spin around in my seat to check out where I’m headed.

“Five minutes?” I was so excited to watch him up close when I was walking down to take my seat right up against the glass. Now I feel even farther away from him when I eye the numerous flights of stairs separating us.

I sling my coat over my arm and make sure my bag is secure. I tell Evie that I’m going to meet her brother and then start running up those stairs like Rocky did.

“I’m gonna run all the way there,” he says right when I finally reach the landing. I’m outta breath yet willing to run all over this damn building if it means reuniting with him. Because that’s what it feels like. Like I’m being reunited with a part of me that”s been missing.

“I’m already at the top of the stairs, where should I head to next?” He sends me to a private elevator that takes riders down to the locker rooms and player entrance. He gives me his pin and I enter it into the keypad when I step inside the car.

The butterflies in my stomach are so excited they might actually get me into the air to fly. I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet and halfway to taking right off. Every bit of me is restless.

When the elevator car comes to a stop and the doors open, my world settles into place when I see him standing there with his outstretched hand.

He pulls me into him and kisses me over and over again. I want I love you kisses everyday that the stars twinkle in the sky.

I’m so enchanted by him it’s like time and space don’t exist. He’s absolutely charmed me into wanting to throw caution to the wind and fly.

The rush of lust has my feet pushing forward as he pulls me down a hallway of doors for the second time today. The way he’s looking at me is full of proof that he’s nothing but trouble. And I guarantee he’s gonna be the best trouble I ever get myself into.

“Hurry up, ya rascal,” I squeal out just as he’s opening up an unlocked spare closet. He flips on the lights and the snug space is only partially full. We’ll be just fine in here.

“Rascal, huh?” He turns me into him and those damn dimples are absolutely devilish when he smiles before he kisses my cheek. He seers my skin as he moves down to my jaw before ghosting over my lips. He really is the devil, teasing me like this.

“Oh you absolutely are! You’ve got me out here thinking about all sorts of things,” I tell him and my voice sounds just as desperate as my body feels. “And in a public place no less.”

“What kind of things?” He kisses down my neck and I bite down on my bottom lip when I tilt my face up to give him more skin to suck on. I squeeze my thighs together but it’s not enough, I need him in the worst way.

“Naughty things,” I’m purring while his fingers run up and down my back. All I wanna do is curl up into him.

“Wanna be bad with me?” I’ll sin everyday and twice on Sundays for you, Chase Wilton.

“I’ll break all the rules for you, rascal.” I want nothing more than to have sex with him in this damn storage closet. I want it right now. I’ve never needed anything like I do him. I need to be his.

“Fuck, I love you.” God, this man. He makes me feel safe enough to lose myself in his love.

“I love you, too.” And as long as I have him I’ll never be lost.

“And now I’m gonna show you, Birdie.” I’m yours.