Page 19 of One Good Puck (Denver Bashers #5)

Gavin

I try to pull my gaze away from Abby’s tits and let go of her waist. I really do.

But it’s impossible. Because she looks fucking dynamite in this dress.

Holy shit.

Bumping into Abby and getting an eyeful of her perfect breasts wasn’t how I expected this evening would go…but here we are, doing exactly that.

I bet I look like one of those cartoon characters with their eyes popping out of their sockets.

After a long second, I force myself to tear my eyes away from her chest and look back up at her face.

I offer what I hope is an easy smile. “We can’t keep running into each other like this.”

She chuckles, her cheeks flushed, and steps out of my hold.

“Do you two bump into each other like this very often?” Sophie asks.

“Once or twice,” Abby says, her cheeks a pretty pink shade, her smile shy as she looks at me .

She steps to the side and crosses her arms over her chest. Sophie hops up and hugs me.

“Nice surprise seeing you here,” I say.

“Dakota and I convinced Abby to let us come over and have a relaxing wine night,” she says. “How did the speech go?”

“I think it went okay. No one booed me.”

She chuckles. I would have been back last night with the team and the staff, but the owner of the Bashers asked me to speak at a conference he was attending, so I stayed an extra day in Detroit to do that.

I don’t normally like speaking at conferences, but since I’m currently on Alan’s shit list, I figured it would be a good idea for me to get on the team owner’s good side.

“It’s getting late,” Dakota says. “We should probably get going.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Sophie and Dakota step over to hug Abby goodbye.

“Thanks again for the wine and chat,” Abby says.

“Anytime.” Dakota beams, then turns to me. “Congrats on the winning streak.”

“Thanks. You two have a good night. Drive safely.”

“We will,” Sophie says.

I shut the door behind them and turn to Abby, trying my hardest not to let my gaze slide below her neck.

“Sounds like you ladies had a fun night,” I say. “Sorry to interrupt.”

She lets out a flustered laugh. “It’s a good thing you did. I was on my third glass of wine, and they convinced me to try on an old dress that barely fits me. Clearly, I need to be stopped.”

I hold her gaze. “I think that dress fits you perfectly. ”

Her full cheeks flush, and a teasing smile pulls at her lips. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I should change.”

She turns around and starts to walk off, but then she trips over my suitcase and falls to the floor.

“Ow!”

I rush over to her. “Crap, are you okay?”

She lets out a pained laugh. “Yeah. Just a little embarrassed.”

I help her up. “That’s my fault. I shouldn’t leave my suitcase in the middle of the floor like that.”

I spot a cut on her knee.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Abby glances down and just shrugs. “I’ve had worse. Pretty sure I’ll survive.” She chuckles.

“Let me clean you up.”

“It’s really okay.”

I shake my head. “It’s my fault you’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

Her hazel-green eyes are big as she looks up at me. “Okay,” she says softly.

Together we walk into the kitchen. I grab her by the waist and set her on the counter, then lean down to look at her knee.

When I glance up at her, she looks dazed.

“You okay?” I ask.

She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah, just…that was a slick move. The way you hauled me onto the counter.”

I grab a Band-Aid from the nearby drawer. “Was it?”

I rip a paper towel from the dispenser and wet it with warm water.

She nods. “Oh, yeah. Really hot. ”

I pause and look at her, taken aback at what she’s said. And amused at how cute she is when she’s a little loose-lipped from wine.

Her brow flies up, and she covers her mouth with her hand. “That was inappropriate to say that, wasn’t it?”

I fight a smile when I see how red her face is getting. I shake my head. “I haven’t been called hot in years. I’m flattered.”

She giggles. “Sorry, I’m kind of tipsy from the wine. It’s making me lose my filter a little bit.”

“It’s okay.” I dab at the cut with the damp paper towel. She hisses.

“Shit, sorry.” I drop to my knees and blow on her skin. After a few seconds, I look up at her. “Does that feel better?”

She nods, biting her lip, that same dazed look in her eyes.

I touch my fingers to her knee and gently rub the area around the cut to help soothe her…and then I go still at how impossibly soft her skin is.

Fuck. She feels like satin.

My brain short-circuits, thrown off by how good she feels under my touch. I haven’t been this close to a woman’s body in years.

I gaze at her peaches-and-cream skin. My mouth waters with the urge to run my tongue along the length of her legs.

Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with you?

I clear my throat and silently order myself to focus.

“Um, Band-Aid,” I murmur. “You need a Band-Aid.”

I start to stand up so I can grab the Band-Aid from the counter right as she leans down.

“Here—ouch!” she says, right as my forehead hits her chin .

I stumble back and wince.

“Damn it,” I mutter, then straighten up and take a step toward Abby, who’s cradling her chin in her hand.

“Let me see,” I say to her. She pulls her hand away. To my relief, I don’t see a cut, just a bit of redness.

“How’s your head?” she asks.

“Just fine.”

Her gaze skims my forehead. “No cut. Just a little red.” She focuses on my eyes and laughs. “God, we’re a mess tonight.”

I let out a chuckle. “We really are.”

She reaches up and rubs my forehead, leaning closer to me. Our faces are just a few inches apart now.

I stop laughing instantly, too distracted by how good her touch feels. My skin is tingly and hot all at once.

“That feel better?” she asks, her voice soft and raspy.

I nod. We stay like that for what feels like a minute, staring at each other, saying nothing, only the sound of our breath filling the silence.

Her chest rises as she breathes harder. Her gaze drops to my mouth, and my skin goes hot.

“Gavin,” she says in a soft rasp. Fuck. I like it when she says my name like that, all breathless and pleading. Does she sound like this in bed? When she’s naked and writhing and overloaded with pleasure?

My mind takes a filthy turn. I imagine her underneath me, skin hot and flushed, her body trembling, her eyes big and hazy just like they are now…

Abby runs her candy-pink tongue along the seam of her lush lips. My knees buckle and my mouth waters, aching to taste her…

And my dick…

My dick is currently twitching in my pants .

She glides her hand from my forehead to my cheek, her eyes locking on mine.

When she exhales, her sweet, wet breath coats my lips. I hum, my entire body vibrating with the need to kiss her until she’s breathless and begging for more…

“Mom?”

The sound of Emma’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

I jolt back at the same time that Abby hops off the counter and turns around.

“Honey. Hi. What’s the matter?” Abby says as she walks over to Emma, whose eyes are half-open and puffy with sleep.

“I had a bad dream.” Her lip quivers. Ah, damn. Poor kid.

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry.” She hugs Emma. “Here, let’s tuck you back into bed.”

“Will you stay with me till I fall back to sleep?”

“Of course, honey.”

She starts to walk off, but I go after her.

“Abby, hang on.” I run over and quickly press the Band-Aid on her knee, then stand back up.

She gives me a small smile. “Thanks.”

For a moment, we just stand there, the thickness in the air from our almost-kiss dissipating with each passing second.

“Goodnight,” she says.

“Goodnight.” I watch as she walks Emma back to her bedroom. When they disappear down the hall, I lean my head back and let out a groan. My dick is still aching from almost kissing Abby.

A weird mix of emotions swirls through me. Turned on. Embarrassed. Annoyed at myself for acting like a hormonal teenager instead of using my brain.

Yeah, it would have been hot as hell to kiss Abby. But it also would have been a mistake. She’s my friend and my roommate. It would have changed our dynamic completely…

“What the hell were you thinking?” I mutter to myself. I grab my suitcase and head upstairs to my bedroom.

The whole time I’m unpacking, my cock is still hard.

I glance down, annoyed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

But I’m not really that surprised. I’m insanely attracted to Abby.

I spend the next ten minutes unpacking while I try to wait it out, but my erection is a stubborn motherfucker. I exhale. There’s no way my boner is going away unless I do something about it.

I huff out a breath, walk into the attached bathroom, and turn on the shower.