Page 7 of Blind Date with a #HOCKEYBOY (Love Canyon: Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND #2)
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M eredith was right. Getting under a #hockeyboy to get over a cheating fiancé works wonders, I thought as I stretched, my body deliciously sore from Noah’s, ahem, attentions, the night before.
Multiple attentions. Along with multiple orgasms. I lost count after the fourth one.
If I’d known how our blind date would’ve turned out, I probably wouldn’t have protested so loudly. In my defense, I’d never been to a book club quite like the one she dragged me to that night. Wine, spicy books, and three ladies determined to play book boyfriend matchmaker.
The pillow still held his scent and the warmth from his body was just beginning to cool. The bedsheets were rumpled and twisted, but someone had thrown a soft blanket over me.
Goalies were a different breed, and Noah toed the line between a little goofy and incredibly sexy when he turned it on.
And oh, my God, how he had turned it on.
My toes curled a little at the memory of his tongue on my body.
Cover tossed aside, I surveyed the room until I found a hoodie on a chair in the corner.
The pool house was far enough from the main house to give some privacy, but…
since the not quite so sweet and innocent matchmaker lived there, I didn’t want to have my naked body accidentally giving her a heart attack.
Though, I had a feeling the very spry grandmother possessed second sight from the way she winked at us at the axe throwing place the night before…but she didn’t need to see me sneaking around naked.
I pulled the hoodie over my head, and sighed because it, too, smelled as delicious as the pillow.
All Noah. I padded down the short hallway, and peaked around the corner.
Only to see Noah. Shirtless. A hat backwards on his head. Boxers. Abs and arm porn and everything straight out of a romance novel, but even better.
Making breakfast and singing along to Taylor Swift.
And then he looked up, and caught me staring at him. A grin slowly spread across his face, the scruff that made my inner thighs clench while his tongue traced a dirty poem on my body sexy in the morning light.
Holy hockey boy…Noah was making me breakfast. After giving me a legs shaking, tummy fluttering, body sore in all the right places night of orgasm after orgasm.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I was in so much trouble.
A flush creeped from my neck up to my cheeks, but fuck it. I was supposed to be owning who I was now, and no longer making myself smaller or hiding what I…liked?
And I liked Noah LeCavalier in a backwards hats more than I should. I cleared my throat. “Good morning, hockey boy.”
His eyes lit up at the nickname. The spatula in his right hand pointed to the chair set up a few feet in front of me.
“Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready. I wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee, but Marie loves vanilla, and she always stock this amazing creamer for Oliver and me when we come.
” Noah leaned in and whispered, “I even have a few of her world famous cookies stashed away…if you’re a good girl.
” His eyes danced with mischief as he grinned at me.
Fuck it. No going back now. Plus, the goalie kept all his promises last night. And early this morning. I leaned in. “I love vanilla, and I can be a really good girl.” I licked my lips, letting my eyes drop to the impressive bulge in his shorts. “But only if you want me to.”
“Keep talking like that and I may never let you leave.” He turned away with a smirk, and I added the most heavenly smelling creamer to the cup of coffee in front of me.
A plate appeared in front of me, piled with French Toast, strawberries, and…
“Is that turkey bacon?”
A sheepish grin spread across his face. “Yeah, sorry. The real stuff freaks me out.”
“Seriously?”
A nod, and a glare. “That other stuff will clog your arteries and do God knows what to your body. This,” he gestured to his bare torso, “is a temple. Unless it’s tacos. I like it, so-”
“I love turkey bacon. Meredith and our other roommate made fun of me in college like crazy because I refused to let the real stuff near me.”
His jaw dropped, then he snapped it closed. “I may love you, beautiful. Marry me?”
Over a mouthful of French toast, I said, “After those orgasms,” I swallowed, “I’d totally go for a marriage of convenience, or at the very least, a friends with benefits situation.”
He made himself a plate, and stood on the opposite side of the island. “Too bad you’re not going to be in Montreal.”
Coffee cup raised, I toasted him. “Actually, I will be for a few days before my interview with the Revenge. Plus, my other roommate from college lives there.”
“Revenge? I don’t know if I can handle you working for the enemy.”
I hated the way the look on his face made my belly do crazy flip flops. Especially when he grinned, our licked his lips. Oh, God, this man’s tongue. And his dick. And his fingers.
To hell with it, his everything had my belly doing an Olympic routine that finished in my damn vagina.
I laughed, and teased, “Well, it’s only an interview, but I am really excited because they have a program that Damon Ward is helping set up that encompasses new techniques so your body actually l acts beyond our career.
The Triumph should consider doing it, too.
The team’s owner has a stake in the Carolina Fury, too, and it changed how the teal played in less than two seasons. And got them the Super Bowl.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Well, guess I’ll just have to m make you fall in love with Montreal so you won’t want to leave. But, first, let’s talk about that being a good girl thing.” Stalking towards me, he rounded the counter, and scooped me up as I squealed.
“Oh yeah?”
“Fuck, yes, beautiful.”