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Authors: Lisa B. Kamps
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just the tiniest bit—that's all it would take for her lips to brush his. The thought sent heat spiraling through her and her gaze dropped to his lips. Firm, fuller than she first realized, well-sculpted like the rest of him.
More thoughts whirled through her mind in those few seconds: what his lips would taste like, what his tongue would feel like as it danced in her mouth and over her skin...
AJ bit back on the moan in her throat and forced herself to stare at the wall, knowing there was no doubt Alec could see her blush. Her face was so warm, she was surprised he couldn't feel it as close he was.
Or maybe he did. He suddenly chuckled then rolled out of the bed in one swift move that reminded her of his agility on the ice. Surprised, she looked up and found him smiling down at her, his eyes alight with mischief. He braced his weight on one hand as he leaned over her, so close again that she thought he really was going to kiss her.
"The next time I'm in your bed, neither one of us will be doing any sleeping!" The words were barely a whisper, the teasing clear in their tone. AJ gasped both in shock and indignation. How dare he?
She was ready to make some sarcastic retort when she noticed the heat in his dark eyes and realized that while his words might be teasing, he was serious about his intent. Her jaw snapped shut as images of their naked bodies rubbing against each other, learning, teasing, pleasing, came to mind. She may have squeaked in surprise, or worse, moaned in anticipation, but before she could cover it, Alec straightened, reached out and swatted her backside playfully, then walked out of the room without another word.
SIX
Alec swore as the puck rushed past his glove and hit the post with a clang before falling into the net. Part of him wanted to rip his gloves and helmet off in frustration, to throw them to the ice and kick them in a fit of temper. He barely resisted the temptation.
Barely.
The only thing stopping him was knowing that his teammates would look at him even more strangely than they had been throughout the entire practice. If not for the fact that he had a visitor, he'd walk off the ice and call it quits for the day.
But that wasn't an option. And every time he looked up, he noticed that his visitor wasn't even paying any attention to him. For some reason, that bothered him. Shouldn't she be as aware of him as he was of her?
But no. Every time he glanced to where she was sitting in the stands, she was engrossed in something. He could see her fingers typing furiously at the keyboard of the laptop she dragged with her. Another time she was engrossed in a deep conversation on her cell phone. The one time he thought she might have been watching, he actually stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. It wasn't until the puck clipped the side of his leg as it flew past him that he realized she wasn't watching him at all, she was staring off into space.
The lack of attention wasn't bad just for his concentration, it was killing his ego. His mind had been focused on one thing and one thing only ever since he woke up next to her this morning. Did she even remember how she had curled against him while he held her in the middle of the night? How she had draped her body across his? It had taken all of his control—more than he thought he had—not to push the hem of her shirt up past her waist and run his hands along the silky smoothness of her skin. He had wanted nothing more than to wake her with kisses, to tangle his hands in her thick hair and ravage her, to feel her body come awake under his touch.
Alec moaned at the sudden discomfort gripping his groin then cursed beneath his breath as yet another puck clipped him, this time on his shoulder. A shrill whistle pierced the chilly air of the practice rink and he looked up to see Sonny LeBlanc storming across the ice toward him.
More thoughts whirled through her mind in those few seconds: what his lips would taste like, what his tongue would feel like as it danced in her mouth and over her skin...
AJ bit back on the moan in her throat and forced herself to stare at the wall, knowing there was no doubt Alec could see her blush. Her face was so warm, she was surprised he couldn't feel it as close he was.
Or maybe he did. He suddenly chuckled then rolled out of the bed in one swift move that reminded her of his agility on the ice. Surprised, she looked up and found him smiling down at her, his eyes alight with mischief. He braced his weight on one hand as he leaned over her, so close again that she thought he really was going to kiss her.
"The next time I'm in your bed, neither one of us will be doing any sleeping!" The words were barely a whisper, the teasing clear in their tone. AJ gasped both in shock and indignation. How dare he?
She was ready to make some sarcastic retort when she noticed the heat in his dark eyes and realized that while his words might be teasing, he was serious about his intent. Her jaw snapped shut as images of their naked bodies rubbing against each other, learning, teasing, pleasing, came to mind. She may have squeaked in surprise, or worse, moaned in anticipation, but before she could cover it, Alec straightened, reached out and swatted her backside playfully, then walked out of the room without another word.
SIX
Alec swore as the puck rushed past his glove and hit the post with a clang before falling into the net. Part of him wanted to rip his gloves and helmet off in frustration, to throw them to the ice and kick them in a fit of temper. He barely resisted the temptation.
Barely.
The only thing stopping him was knowing that his teammates would look at him even more strangely than they had been throughout the entire practice. If not for the fact that he had a visitor, he'd walk off the ice and call it quits for the day.
But that wasn't an option. And every time he looked up, he noticed that his visitor wasn't even paying any attention to him. For some reason, that bothered him. Shouldn't she be as aware of him as he was of her?
But no. Every time he glanced to where she was sitting in the stands, she was engrossed in something. He could see her fingers typing furiously at the keyboard of the laptop she dragged with her. Another time she was engrossed in a deep conversation on her cell phone. The one time he thought she might have been watching, he actually stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. It wasn't until the puck clipped the side of his leg as it flew past him that he realized she wasn't watching him at all, she was staring off into space.
The lack of attention wasn't bad just for his concentration, it was killing his ego. His mind had been focused on one thing and one thing only ever since he woke up next to her this morning. Did she even remember how she had curled against him while he held her in the middle of the night? How she had draped her body across his? It had taken all of his control—more than he thought he had—not to push the hem of her shirt up past her waist and run his hands along the silky smoothness of her skin. He had wanted nothing more than to wake her with kisses, to tangle his hands in her thick hair and ravage her, to feel her body come awake under his touch.
Alec moaned at the sudden discomfort gripping his groin then cursed beneath his breath as yet another puck clipped him, this time on his shoulder. A shrill whistle pierced the chilly air of the practice rink and he looked up to see Sonny LeBlanc storming across the ice toward him.
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