Chapter Four #2
Warm. I was so warm. And comfortable. I opened my eyes, and it took me a minute to remember where I was.
Neil’s house. I stretched, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets on my naked body.
I had no idea what time it was—later that night?
Dawn? Next afternoon? God, what a disaster.
Too much to drink with that big lug of a hockey player.
Asshole thought I was interested in him?
He was strictly where he belonged—buried in my fantasy sex life.
I heard a sound from behind me. Water was running in the en suite. A shower. Someone was in the shower. I closed my eyes, and flashes of memory rolled through my brain.
Firm, warm lips skimmed mine.
Big, rough hands held me close.
A stubbled cheek rasped against my jaw.
Long hair tickled my face.
“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” Behind the door, the water stopped.
Frantic now, I searched the room for my clothes and found them draped on the club chair in the corner.
I had one leg in my briefs and was about to slip the other one through the opening, when the bathroom door opened and Denis appeared, water dripping from his hair to his shoulders and chest.
His very broad, sculpted chest.
All the air in the room vanished. I couldn’t stop staring.
I’d never seen abs so beautiful. Like rows and rows of bricks built on top of each other to form a solid wall.
Pure muscular perfection. I wanted to look away.
I needed to but couldn’t break my focus on that swirl of golden hair leading down… down…
“Ah…bonsoir.”
That husky voice with an undertone of laughter sent a frisson of unwanted desire through my bloodstream. Glancing up to see his amused face, I panicked and backed away. To my mortification, my feet tangled in the underwear at my ankles, and with my dick hanging in the breeze, I fell on the bed.
Humiliated didn’t begin to describe how I felt. And I had no time to move, as Denis approached. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
Burning up from embarrassment, I pulled up my briefs to cover myself and waited a second before I glared at him. “What the hell are you doing here? And what time is it?”
“It’s nine p.m. You’ve been asleep for about five hours.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Oh. I thought it was Sunday.” My eyes narrowed. “And why did you take a shower?”
“After dinner, a bunch of us decided to change and go to the local rink to play a game. Too bad you missed it. I was fantastic. Blocked twenty shots on goal in an hour.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. “I thought…” Feeling foolish at my racing thoughts, I shook my head. “Forget about it.” I huffed. “Do you mind? I want to get dressed.”
But Denis didn’t move. “You thought what?” His dark eyes searched mine, and that wicked grin I despised—mainly because it turned me inside out—tipped up his lips. He leaned in close, and my breath caught as my heart pounded. “Maybe we kissed? Or something else?”
“No,” I bit out. My composure rested on a hair trigger, and I prayed he wouldn’t try to touch me because I knew there wasn’t a fucking chance in hell I’d be able to resist. “Why would I think that? Or want it?”
We were so close, I could almost taste him. His mouth hovered next to mine.
“I will admit, I was tempted. But I figured when I do fuck you, we should both be clearheaded. And alone, not in someone else’s house.
Because it’s going to be loud. Very, very loud.
” He chuckled and ran his knuckles along my flaming face.
“You were so very enticing, I might’ve stolen a brief kiss, mon cher.
But only on your cheek. Like this.” Something wet licked me.
His tongue. I should have been disgusted. Instead, I was turned-on. Excited.
I froze and jerked away.
“Don’t ever do that again. And there will never be a first time for us. Only in your dreams. I don’t want you to kiss me, never mind fuck me. I don’t even like you.”
If I thought my insult would upset him, I was wrong. His smile grew broader, and like a fly in a spider’s trap, I found myself helpless to move in his glittering web of lust.
“You don’t have to like me to want me to fuck you. You know how good it will be.”
God help me, he’s right. I could imagine his hot mouth on mine, those big arms holding me, those powerful thighs pinning me to the bed.
I wanted him with a deep ache in my bones that sensed with some primeval instinct how incredible the sex would be.
The seconds ticked away, and I panicked.
Breathless and shaking, I forced the words past my trembling lips.
“Get out of my way and let me get dressed. I have to leave.”
“You can’t. Lisa has prepared a late-night meal for those of us caught in the rain. Now that you’re awake, you’ll join us.”
“Rain?” I glanced at the window, at the water beating against the panes. I grimaced and met his fathomless eyes. Eyes a person could get lost in if they allowed themselves to. Which I refused to do.
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”
He dropped the towel, and before I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of his dick. Half-hard, it was…large. Very large. And thick. Tension wove ropes around me, and I released a sigh of relief when he strode away to his pile of clothes on the dresser.
“Let’s see. You get drunk at her house, and she’s kind enough to let you sleep it off, so you thank her by sneaking away without saying au revoir?
No thank-you for her hospitality?” He tsked and finished buttoning his shirt.
“Such poor manners, mon ami. I wouldn’t have believed that for someone as proper as you.
” Fully dressed now, he folded his arms. “Get ready, and we’ll go to the kitchen. ”
It was irritating that he stood there, indecently perfect with no sign he’d been drinking as much as I had. “How the hell are you so…sober?”
“I drank water after. Lots of it.” His eyes danced.
“And I suppose I can handle my liquor while you cannot.” His smirk grew.
“Plus, I’m bigger than you. Although I’d have no complaints.
” His gaze dropped to my half-hard crotch, and I itched to punch him in his perfect face for my body’s lusty response to his words.
Annoyed that he was correct yet again, I went to the bathroom, washed my face, combed my hair with my fingers, and rinsed with mouthwash. I took some more aspirin, drank water from the tap, and thank the fucking gods, I felt mostly human after sleeping.
I returned to the room and swiftly dressed, peering at myself in the mirror. I looked…not my best, but there was nothing more I could do. I didn’t subscribe to wearing the stubble so many men favored, and grimaced at the shadow darkening my jaw, but that couldn’t be helped.
“I’m ready.”
I followed him down the hall, wondering what fresh hell awaited me.