Chapter 8
EIGHT
LIAM
Her eyes flick around the room, and I watch as her expression changes. I don’t know what is going through her mind, but it’s definitely nothing sexy, and right now, I need her to feel sexy.
Really fucking sexy.
Deciding that I can’t have her freaking herself out, I shift us to the side of the arena, where the locker rooms are. I need to get her alone and find out exactly how to get into her panties.
I have a feeling she’s going to make me work for it—hard. And there are two things I’m willing to work for: hockey and good sex. I’ve already had practice today for hockey, but I haven’t had sex yet today, so that’s next on the agenda, and I’m ready to work.
“Where are we going?” Ruby asks after we’ve taken a few steps away from the crowd. “I didn’t even get that guy’s name. I want to make sure I help him when he comes into the bakery to send his mom a treat.”
I snort. “Corey Simms was not worried about his mother.”
“He seemed sincere,” she says.
I don’t stop moving, guiding her closer to the locker rooms. I hear the crowd and the music growing quieter as we move farther away. Flexing my muscles around her waist, I tug her closer to my side.
“He wasn’t,” I mutter. “He thought you were hot. He may have a mom who loves cupcakes or whatever, but that was his in to get to you.”
Her feet stop.
Then mine do too. Turning to face her, I don’t allow any space between us. I think space gives her mind time to focus and freak out. I want to keep it jumbled and on the verge of giving in to me—and I’m aware that makes me an asshole.
Gripping her hips, I hold on to her, afraid that she might just get away from me. I’m not going to let her go anywhere, at least not yet. I’m not done working for her. Because we are going to fuck. Soon.
“To get me?”
My lips twitch into a smirk at the confusion-laced expression she’s wearing. I’m not sure how every single look she wears is cuter than the last. I don’t know when confusion turned me on this much.
But it really does.
Maybe it’s not the expressions, though. Maybe it’s the woman herself. Ruby is cute as shit. I can’t stop thinking about all the parts of her that are adorable as hell, but then I realize she’s looking at me and waiting for an answer.
“Yeah,” I say, confirming her question. “To get you… in bed.”
“But that’s not what you’re doing?” she asks, her lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
Unable to control myself, my mouth curves up into a smile. A big one—it takes over every part of my face. Because fuck me, she’s got me figured out. While I think she’s adorable and the question is cute as all get out, she’s totally clocked me.
I’m not going to back down at all, though. She’s crazy if she thinks I’m going anywhere.
Dipping my chin, I shift my face closer to hers. I hear her breath hitch when my lips press against her own. I don’t deepen the kiss, mainly because when I kiss her. When I truly kiss her, we’re going to be alone, and we’re going to be either naked or on our way to naked.
“A bed, against a wall, back of a car, a closet, or an elevator. I’ll let you choose.”