Page 128 of Falling Offsides

If that didn’t make me laugh, nothing else would have. I really can’t get enough of this easy side of him. How he conjures an answer for anything I throw at him.

And I know I shouldn’t let myself get caught up in it, but I can’t help it. Like passing a terrible accident that you know is going to give you nightmares; I cannot stop myself from getting lost in him in spite of the fact nothing can come of it, and every day that passes, I’m one day closer to leaving him behind.

TWENTY-FIVE

AUGUSTE

Man,my arms are fucking whipped from beating the egg whites for Court’s dessert. I’ve had strengthening workouts more gentle than this shit. Almost forty minutes of working the mix and my pulse is racing, sweat is beading on my forehead, and my arms are officially dead.

Still, I’d keep going just to keep Court squirming next to me. Her eyes are flitting between each of my arms, tracing the veins that are throbbing beneath my skin. Stare all hooded and lusty along with the flush of red that’s spreading to the tips of her ears.

“Yep, I think they’re done,” she croaks with an audible swallow.

“Are you sure? I can keep going.”I might die, but it’s worth every second that she spends drooling over me.

Honestly, I’m not that kind of guy that thrives from women’s attention. Being a pro hockey player has desensitized me from it. It’s more like a side effect than a highlight. Most of the time it’s awkward and sometimes creepy as hell.

But Courtney’s attention… Yeah, I fucking love it.

It feels good when she watches me. Bright blue eyes fluttering with every thought that runs through her head. About me. It’s as though I’m living in her head, and I like that. I like the thought of being inside her. Living inside her.

And so does my dick… way too fucking much.

I lower the large bowl of glossy egg whites down my stomach to block my reaction to her attention as Court draws closer to take a peek.

“They look perfect,” she says keeping her eyes on the bowl.

They look yummy like marshmallow fluff. I fucking love that stuff. It’s my kryptonite.

Dunking my finger in the mix, I bring it to my lips only to pause when Court’s eyes lower back down to the bowl.

What? No, look back up. Look atme.

Courtney doesn’t. So I smoosh my finger onto her nose, and enjoy every second of her glare when it meets my grin.

Fuck me.This girl is stunning. Like, I just want to eat her up. Every fucking inch of her skin and double fuck me… my dick is so goddamn hard I can’t think straight when she grumbles, “What was that for?”

“I wanted you to look at me.”

“Excuse me?” Her dark, perfectly shaped brow cocks.

“I like your eyes on me, Princess.”

Both brows hitch with the cant of her face. A grin tugs at her lips as she croons, “Needy much,Auggie?” Then she makes a show of swiping the meringue mix off her nose and licking it off her finger while holding my stare.

What a fucking tease.

I love it. My cock is definitely on board. My balls… blue is not their color.

With a lick of her lips, Courtney peels the bowl from my hands. Spinning on her heels, she sashays to the other side of the kitchen where she’s prepped a piping bag and cookie sheet to bake the meringues.

“Are you going to stand there staring or are you helping?”

“Depends, are you done teasing?” Not that I want her to stop. I don’t. I’m just obsessed with the flush that glows on her cheeks and all down her throat to her chest when I turn the tables.

With a shrug, Courtney focuses back on the bowl. “If you can’t take the heat?—”

Her words stop the instant I step behind her and pluck the whisk from the bowl and shake it off firmly. There’s enough spatter that it covers her chest and the bottom half of her face in glossy white freckles.