Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
King’s eyes gleam with humor. “I want to see where you work. I want to see Dr. Willa Montreaux in action. Please tell me you wear a white lab coat because that would be hot.”
Laughing, I tickle his ribs. “That’s just perverted, but yes… I wear a white coat when doing rounds.”
“Just tell me what time to be there,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “The team meeting is in the afternoon, but I plan on making peewee practice tomorrow. I might be a little late though.”
“Honestly, King… you don’t have to come to all of these practices and games. I know how busy you are.”
“No busier than you are,” he reminds me. “Besides, I like teaching not only the kids, but you as well. I like you learning hockey.”
“I admit it’s been fun watching you on TV, knowing I have a personal tie to you.”
“You should come to a game,” King says and then squeezes my arm. “What I mean is… I’d like you to come to a game as my guest and cheer me on. I’ll play better, guaranteed.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I seriously doubt I would have that effect.”
King lifts his head, expression serious as his eyes lock with mine. “Then you seriously underestimate your power over me.”
My throat goes dry and I cannot deny the thrill that creates, my pulse quickening and my heart thrumming in pleasure. “I don’t want to have power over you,” I whisper, because that speaks to feelings I don’t know if I can reciprocate.
“I know you don’t,” King murmurs, brushing hair back from my face. “That makes me like you even more. Say you’ll come to Tuesday’s game against Ottawa. I’ll get tickets for Brittany and Izzy too.”
How can I say no to that? “Okay, yes… we’d love to come.”
“And say yes that you’ll go out with me after to hang out with my teammates,” he presses. “I want them to meet you.”
“King,” I start to protest, because while I’m feeling all kinds of things for this man, that seems to be moving very fast.
I’m silenced when he rolls me to my back and kisses the daylights out of me. His hand slides between our bodies, fingers playing between my legs, and I experience a full-body shudder that renders me loopy.
“Say you’ll go out with me after,” he demands, his lips moving over my neck. His finger drives in deep and I buck. “Say it.”
“Okay,” I gasp, reaching down with my hand to encircle his wrist. Not to stop him, but to hold him still for a moment. “Fine. Yes. I’ll go out with you after.”
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and just those words… they do things to me.
Sighing, I release my hold on his hand and let him do his worst, knowing I just signed on for a ride that might be one of the scariest of my life.
And yet I couldn’t stop this now if I tried.
CHAPTER 12
King
Looking in the mirror, I grin at my reflection. “Hope you’re as good-looking a bastard as your friends seem to think you are.”
I run my fingers through my hair, consider shaving for a third time, but then decide against it because frankly, I look older with some facial scruff and I don’t want Willa worrying about the age gap anymore. This is as good as it’s going to get and I’m not about to depend on my looks to keep Willa interested anyway. I’ll have to hope my genuine interest in her will be enough.
Walking through my condo, I shut off lights and nab my keys from the kitchen counter. Just as I’m walking out the door, my phone rings and I grab it from my pocket, shocked to see Emily’s name on my caller ID. We haven’t talked in well over a year and a half and her name is not one I ever thought I’d see again.
When we went our separate ways two years ago, she was adamant that it was over. I was brokenhearted and I think she was too. It was hard on both of us and there were moments of weakness on both sides… late-night phone calls, each hoping the other would admit to a mistake, taking turns being disappointed, but we eventually moved on.
To see her name now has me more curious than anything. It’s not lost on me that I don’t have that zing of adrenaline I used to have at the thought of hearing her voice.
“Emily?” I say hesitantly when I connect the call.
“Jack… hi,” she says breathlessly, a little surprise in her voice. “I wasn’t sure you’d answer.”
I’m not sure why she’d think that. There was never bitterness or animosity, but I don’t address that. Instead, I walk out of my condo, phone pinned between my ear and shoulder as I lock the door. “How are you?”