Pucking the Captain
D.Twisterit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyesi caught him looking at my lipsthe hockey star's remorsewhen a guy blushes and looks down
I fully expected him to suddenly realize what a massive mistake he’d made, to roll out of bed, throw some clothes at me, and tell me we were never speaking of this again.
That’s what guys like Jaxson Mercer did, right? They took what they wanted in the dark, and then they built a wall of ice in the daylight.
But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted closer, his large hand sliding up my bare stomach to rest flat against my chest, his thumb lazily tracing the line of my collarbone.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep, vibrating right through my back.
"Hard to sleep when you're using me as a body pillow, Captain," I shot back, trying to inject some of my usua