ached.
And beside him, Cary laughed under his breath, like he knew exactly what Shane was thinking. Bastard probably did.
“Have a good night, Shane.” Cary clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a little shove in Bliss’s direction. “Call me tomorrow and let me know you survived. I’ll let you know about the ice time.”
Shane held onto his manners long enough to say thanks to Cary before he walked to Bliss’s side.
When she looked up at him and her lips curved in a smile, he swore everyone else in the room vanished.
“Do you want to come back to my place for a drink?”
He wanted to smack himself on the forehead for just blurting that out but at least he hadn’t been stupid enough to add “and hot monkey sex” to the end of that question.
Yeah, it’s exactly what he hoped would happen but still. Three hours of foreplay had given him a massive case of perma-erection and he knew exactly how he wanted to lose it. Buried deep inside Bliss.
His hands itched to touch her and he practically had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t lean down and kiss her. Like he’d been fantasizing about for the past hour.
And then he’d strip her down to her skin and—
“Would you like to leave now?”
Bliss’s quiet question and her slight smile hit him low in the gut and nearly made him groan.
Holy fuck. He wasn’t sure he’d make it all the way back to his place without embarrassing the hell out of himself.
This girl brought out something in him he wasn’t sure he could control. And he was all about control. It’s what made him a good goalie.
But he’d loosen the reins a little if it meant she came home with him.
“Or,” she continued, “we can wait—”
“I’m ready to leave whenever you are.” Damn but her smile slayed him. “Do you want to follow me?”
“Sure. That’d be great.”
He wanted to pump his fist in the air. “Great. Just let me say goodbye to Lori.”
She put her hand on his arm and his pulse thumped through his veins. “We can do that together. Let me get my coat and purse. Be right back.”
Ten minutes later, she followed behind his truck in her little red Jeep Renegade and he had to keep from speeding the entire way. The drive wasn’t long but he kept looking in the rearview mirror to make sure she was still there.
By the time they parked in the lot behind his building, Shane had clenched his jaw so tight, he was afraid it’d crack.
With his roommate home in Ottawa for the holidays, they’d have the place to themselves. Luckily, CJ was anal about everything and Shane had learned to be a little less of a mess while they’d been living together this season. So the apartment wasn’t in bad shape.
And he’d actually changed the sheets on his bed yesterday. How was that for blind dumb luck?
Stepping out of her car, Bliss shivered a little, tucking her hand around his arm as they walked to the building’s entrance.
“My car didn’t even have time to warm up on the drive,” she said. “You’re probably used to the cold, aren’t you?”
“Pretty much. When you spend as much time on the ice as we do, this is nothing.”
“When did you start playing hockey?”
He opened the door to the building and waved her in ahead of him. “Honestly, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t on skates. My mom says I was born with them strapped to my feet. Where I grew up, you either skated or you spent a hell of a lot of time cooped up inside from November ’til April.”
“So you’ve played all your life?”
A short walk down the hall to his apartment and he had the door open as he answered.
“Never wanted to do anything else. I love the game.”
She slipped by him as he reached inside to turn on the light. “I don’t know much about the game.”
“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know.”
She stopped just inside the door as he continued into the living room, shrugging out of his coat so he could put it in the small closet next to the kitchen.
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