Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
The door opens just a crack, and there she is. Her face is barely visible. Only a faint glow of the hallway lights illuminates her face.
“Took you long enough,” she whispers, stepping aside to let me in.
The corners of her mouth twitch, and my chest tightens at the sight.
She really is perfect. A dream come true in her oversized sweatshirt that falls on her bare thighs.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
Tempting.
And mine. Or at least she should be. All in good time.
I grin as I slip inside, the door clicking shut behind me. “Had to make sure Mason didn’t die. It’s a hard job, but someone had to do it. Plus, I had to make sure Dane was sleeping. Dane would kill me if he knew I was sneaking into your room.”
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “I’m not a teenager sneaking boys into my parents’ house, Hudson.”
“No,” I tease, stepping closer, “but you’re the girl who could ruin me with one word to her brother. That makes you kind of dangerous, Hex.”
“Good.” A small smile tugs at her lips. “Keeps you on your toes.” Her voice is light, but I can hear the edge to it. There’s a challenge in the way she talks.
The room is dimly lit, music playing softly from her phone. On the table by the couch sits a bottle of champagne and two glasses, the setup casual but thoughtful.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I pick up the bottle, lifting it in the air.
“Figured you might need one more drink to celebrate.” She flops onto the couch with an easy grin.
Hell yeah, I do. How did I ever get so lucky?
Tilting the bottle so that it doesn’t spray, I pop the cork. Of course it doesn’t go smoothly. Why would it?
Champagne sprays out everywhere, drenching my hand and the floor.
I wipe my hand on my pants, and Molly claps, mocking me. “Look at you, full of surprises.”
“Don’t act so impressed.” I pour us each a glass. “We both know I’m the whole package.”
She snorts into her glass. “You’re a package, all right.”
“I have a package, you mean?”
“Hmm.” She crinkles her nose. “That’s not at all what I said.”
“Ouch.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. You have a big package. Happy?”
“Yes. Immensely.”
She starts to laugh, and the sound makes me laugh harder. All the tension melts away at seeing her happy. Being with Molly like this makes everything feel easier.
Champagne continues to flow, and at some point, she puts on a playlist of songs, and I find myself pulling her off the couch.
“Dance with me,” I say, holding out a hand.
“You’ve had too much to drink,” she teases, but her hand slides into mine anyway.
“And you haven’t had enough,” I counter, twirling her around the room.
Her unrestrained and carefree smile is brighter than the sun. She’s so different from the first time we met. She’s peaceful when she’s with me. The knowledge of that hits me square in the chest.
Seeing her like this feels like a privilege, one I promise myself not to take lightly.
I don’t care how clumsy my moves are or if the room spins a little when we move, all I care about is watching her at this moment. Soaking up these moments with her. Seeing her like this—with me . . . it’s better than any moment in my life.
When the song slows, so do we. Her hands linger on my shoulders, and I slide mine to her waist, pulling her closer.
“You know . . .” I brush my lips against her neck. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”
Her body stiffens in my arms. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” I say with conviction, meaning every word. “Out there, on the ice, with the team—it’s amazing. But this? Being here with you? That’s something else.”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she tilts her head up, moves to be on tiptoes, and brushes her lips to mine. The kiss sends my heart racing all over again, and it’s not from adrenaline. It’s her.
The kiss becomes more heated, my chest heaving by the time she pulls away from me.
“I need you.” Her voice sounds raspy, desperate, and she pulls me closer, her hands grasping at the zipper of my pants and pulling it down.
Molly is never this forward, but I welcome it as she grabs my cock from inside my pants and frees me from the tight confines of my briefs. Once I’m fully exposed to her, she strokes me from root to tip.
A drop of cum beads on the tip of my dick, and she does something I don’t expect. Her finger swipes over the liquid, and she raises her hand to her mouth and licks her finger.
Holy shit.
If that’s not enough to have my excitement in overdrive, Molly drops to her knees.
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me in her mouth, and all my words are lost.