Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
She reaches into her purse and pulls out a paper. I watch as she scribbles something on it and then holds it up.
Room Number?
“I’ll give you a prediction of how many goals I’ll save over the playoffs,” I tell the room, ignoring his question completely. “Thirty-three zero six.”
Grace grins as she writes my hotel room number down. Everyone else is confused.
“Three thousand, three hundred and six goals?” a reporter asks. “That doesn’t make sense. Is that over your career? Please clarify.”
“My time is up,” I say as I burst out of my seat. They all shoot questions at my back as I hurry into the locker room to get these damn skates off.
I need to get back to my hotel room asap.
CHAPTER TEN
Grace
3306.
I’m standing in front of the door with nervous butterflies in my stomach. It’s a good kind of nervous though. I can’t wait to see Nolan again.
I fix my hair, put on some lip gloss, lift my boobs, and knock on the door.
Nolan opens it and I nearly gasp out loud. He just took a shower and he’s wearing nothing but a big fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.
I don’t know where to look. At his wet slicked-back hair, his gorgeous simmering eyes, his soft lips, or the beautifully sculpted body on display.
Water droplets cling to his golden skin as he leans on the door, grinning at me.
“You made it.”
God, I forgot how sexy his voice is. Rich and smooth like chocolate. It has a deep rumbling to it that makes my body tingle.
“I did,” I say, exhaling as I drag my eyes up his shredded stomach.
“Does your dad know you’re here?”
I shake my head slowly as I nibble my bottom lip. “No, he does not.”
“He would kill me if he knew.”
“I’m not here to talk about my dad.”
He grins. “What are you here for?”
“Invite me in and you’ll find out.”
He opens the door and steps to the side.
I give him a side look, staring into his eyes as I strut past him into the room.
It may be the largest hotel room I’ve ever seen. Exactly what you’d expect a hot, rich, hockey player to have. If you searched for luxurious sexy hotel rooms, this place would be at the top of the list with the soft sensual lighting, the bar on the wall, the fireplace burning, and the stunning view of Manhattan at night through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Soft sexy music is playing—I recognize it, I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet. It’s fitting because right now, I feel like I’m stepping into the deep end without a life jacket. I’m in uncharted waters.
I run my eyes over the posh couches and I get a little shiver of excitement when I see the big comfy bed through the open French doors of the bedroom. It looks so inviting and I’m hoping I’ll get to feel those sheets on my skin before the end of the night.
I hear the door close as I walk over to the large windows, admiring the lit-up city.
I’ve never done anything like this before—showing up at a guy’s hotel room. I’m not sure what to do now. I don’t have any moves.
“Love the jersey,” he says as he walks over. “I look good on you.”
I swallow hard as I turn around and watch him. I rest my back on the cool window as I look him up and down. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers racing down my skin.
He moves with a lethal grace; with such ease and comfort in his body. Smooth effortless movement like that can only be achieved by someone completely in tune with their physique. Someone like the top hockey goalie in the world.
I’m breathless as he approaches. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. Whatever he does, I know I’ll be okay with it. He could do anything he wanted to me right now and I’d only moan for more. I’ve never wanted someone so desperately.
In a heartbeat, he’s in front of me, those strong hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. His lips touch mine and I’m done for. He devours my mouth. I kiss him back with equal urgency. Our kisses on the yacht were hot, but it was nothing like this. The romance is gone now. This is all intense urgent need. We’ve been apart for three days and it’s showing. All of that pent-up desire and frustration we’ve been feeling is cumulating in this erotic kiss.
I grab his cheeks—feeling his prickly stubble on my palms—and pull his mouth closer, afraid he’s going to move away too fast. He moans hungrily as I thrust my tongue in deep.
I press my body against him until my breasts are flattened against his muscular chest. I’m helpless to stop or temper this reaction to him. I feel like I’m spiraling out of control. This is all so new to me. New and exciting.