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His eyes widen, all color leaving his face as he turns to her. “Hi,” he says, forcing a smile and handing her a drink. “Thirsty?”
Ami laughs. “Your puck in here?” Her eyes dip to the glass and then back to his. “Or did I swallow it all earlier?”
Yeah, I can see why he loves her.
Mase grins, sets his drink down, and wraps both arms around her. “I’m gonna marry you someday.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk.”
I snort. “Or because you suck good puck.” And then walk away.
You’re wanting to know if Callie’s here, aren’t you? Look around. I bet you can spot her. She’s the one wearing a stunning red dress that clings to her hips and is sipping bourbon. Not only am I a sucker for a red dress, but I can never resist Callie.
I don’t approach her just yet. I wait until it’s nearing midnight, minutes to go, when I wrap my arm around her. She smiles, a little shy and curious as to what I’m up to. She sets her bourbon down on the end table near her. “Dance with me, Orting.”
I let her lead the way to the living room, where they’ve pushed the couches back to make a dance floor. Remy has two chicks with him near the windows, laughing and shaking his ass like he can dance.
He can’t.
Me?
Oh yeah, I can. That’s why Callie dances with me. I dance good, fuck even better, and play hockey the best. You’re wondering how I got so good at dancing, aren’t you?
I took ballet as a kid. I’m not ashamed to admit it. My mom wanted a girl and got me. In turn, I can make any girl wet with my romance skills, I swear.
Anyway, see us dancing? With the music blaring through large speakers mounted on the walls, I run my hands over her curves, but it’s hard to remember there are people all around us. Not that it would ordinarily stop me, but I’m sidetracked by this beauty in a red dress moving her ass against my dick.
She turns when I lower my lips at her ear. “Let me kiss you.”
I wait. So much has been taken from her; I want this to be her choice.
Callie smiles, drawing in a deep breath. She watches me carefully, as if she’s searching for something in my eyes. She must find what she’s looking for because the next thing I know, her lips are against mine as everyone screams, “Happy New Year!”
The second our mouths connect, I can’t get enough. I deepen it, lick the seam of her lips, and beg for more. She gives it to me. I grip her hips, bunch the fabric of her dress and groan into her mouth. Christmas, I wanted to give her some space. So I held back. Tonight, I’m too drunk to edit my reactions.
As people shout around us, Callie eases out of the kiss, laughing into my lips. “Easy there,” she whispers, her hands on my chest.
“I’m trying, but you look too fuckin’ hot in this dress.”
“I should get going.” Callie draws back, her hair falling from her shoulder, revealing her tempting skin. “I’m tired.”
“So sleep at my place,” I suggest, not letting go of her.
Her eyebrows rise, but I don’t think it’s a denial. I might be overly confident tonight—thank you, gin—but there’s something about the look in her eyes that tells me otherwise. A spark. A desire. A need for more. “You know what that’s going to lead to.”
I waggle my eyebrows and lean in until my forehead rests against hers. “So let it lead there.”
She sighs, shaking her head slowly. “Is that really a good idea?”
“I think it is.”
“Leo….” My name lingers on her lips, her smile seductive and delicious.
Goal! She’s going to let me. I slide my hand from her waist to her hand without saying anything. As we walk to the door, Remy yells, “Orting!” like I’m going to listen to him.
I ignore him. I have things to do.
Outside Mase’s condo, Callie tugs on my hand. “Are you sure?”