Page 70 of Cross the Line

“What time is it?” I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand, sitting up against the headboard. I put on my glasses before reaching for my phone. It was still relatively early. “Nah. You don’t have to leave just yet.”

She glanced at me over her shoulder, her laughter dying on her lips when she caught sight of me. “Oh, that is so not fair.”

“What?” I propped my arm behind my head, loving the way she was looking at me—like she was hungry. My dick was already growing hard again beneath the sheet, and I watched as her eyes tracked the movement.

When she returned her attention to my face, her cheeks were flushed. Nipples hard.

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t try to act all innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“You’re one to talk,” I said, scanning her from head to toe.

Hair mussed from sleeping in my bed. Lips plump from my kisses. Her gorgeous body on full display—all for me.

I pushed the sheet down over my hips, letting her see just how badly I wanted her. She rolled her lips between her teeth, arms relaxing ever so slightly. She groaned, glancing at her phone and then took a step back.

I took my cock in hand, giving it a few slow pumps.

“Ugh. Fine,” she huffed. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand before tossing it to me. “You’re impossible.”

I grinned, sliding the condom over my cock. I lifted my hand to remove my glasses, but as she straddled my lap, she said, “Leave them on.”

Our celly music was blaring through the speakers in the locker room. I’d barely removed my helmet and I was pretty sure I needed some stitches, but my first thought was to text Logan.

Me: I might have to change your nickname from KT to LC.

KT: LC?

Me: Lucky charm.

KT: I saw the game. You were phenomenal.

Me: Thanks.

KT: That last hit looked nasty.

Me: Might need a few stitches, but I’ll live.

KT: Glad to hear it.

Me: Thoughts on tonight? I’m sure you have some.

KT: You should celebrate first.

Me: I will, but I want to talk to you.

I’d come to crave our postgame debrief. It didn’t matter whether Logan had been the one playing or me; we’d text or talk about what had gone well and what we could do better.

KT: I have a good feeling about this season.

I couldn’t contain my smile. If Logan thought the Hawks had it in us to go the distance, I knew we had a decent chance. And while anything could happen in the play-offs, her confidence gave me a boost. Hell, we hadn’t been favored to win tonight’s game, and we’d emerged victorious.

Boone sank down next to me, wiping a towel over his face. “You texting KT?”

“Yep,” I said, inwardly preening over the fact that Boone was attracted to Logan, but she was sleeping with me.

Okay, that was being generous. She’d slept with me once. Though there had been multiple orgasms for both parties. But it was still only one night. One fucking amazing night.

To her, it was only supposed to be one night. For me, it was only the beginning.