Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

“A virgin, as in you like virgin daiquiris?”

Her face breaks into a grin as another tear falls. She slowly moves her head from side to side. Oh. Oh fuck.

“So, then, it’s the other way. You hadn’t ever had sex before.”

“Yes.”

“How old are you?” I ask, unable to comprehend what she is saying.

She looks away shyly. “Twenty-one.”

I feel like I’m fumbling over my words. “But you had sex with me.”

“I did.”

“That was your first time?”

“Yes.”

“With me?”

She nods, and it’s as if she’s ashamed. I’m not making this easy for her. It’s hard for me to digest, though. That was her choice, and she chose me.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

Oh. Okay. She wanted me. I swallow hard, and all of a sudden, something clicks in my head. “I think it’s time for me to suggest our ‘for two.’”

She seems wary. “Okay?”

“For two, after we are done with these shots, I want to take you somewhere quiet where we can talk and I can kiss you without fear of someone seeing and running back to the coaching staff.”

Her eyes widen as her face flushes. “You still want to kiss me? Even after everything I’ve said and done?”

Every nerve ending fires off, and I clink my glass to hers. “It’s all I want to do, Posey.”

Chapter Fifteen

Posey

I leave the bar first, and my heart is seriously beating out of control.

From the moment Boon walked up to me, it hasn’t slowed down. I was convinced he was coming over to throw the shots in my face. I expected no less; I deserve it. Instead, I’m waiting by my car for him. I’m unsure what is about to happen, but I can’t wait. I’m pulsating with excitement. I want so much for this to turn into something. I wasn’t lying when I said I was terrified of him. I am. I just want him to like me because of how much I realize I like him.

In the short time I’ve known him, I know he’s strong. I’ve followed his play, so I know he’s astonishing on the ice, but off, he is proving to be the same. He’s passionate and has the same drive I do, all qualities that attract me completely. He’s funny and shy about things, which makes me all giddy. I adore how he looks at me. Even in the bar, his eyes never left mine. I could feel him looking at me, drinking me in, and I feel… Holy shit, I feel gorgeous under his gaze, special. I love that feeling. It’s like a new sheet of ice for morning skate. The possibilities are endless.

I lean on my car as I wait for him. I’m not sure if we’re taking my car or his. I mess with my keys, digging them into my nails as I wait. After a few minutes, I wonder if he’s coming. Did he not mean what he said? Wait. No. Stop! He is coming; I have to believe that. Because he thinks I’m gorgeous. He wants to be around me. He wants to kiss me.

Maybe if I keep saying it in my head, I’ll believe it.

When the door to the bar opens, I hold my breath. There he is. In a crisp black suit, his hair combed to the side, he finds me as he walks across the parking lot. He moves like a cat stalking its prey. His movements are fluid and really damn sexy. When he’s close enough, I can see that he is staring at me. He looks behind him and then around, but he’s still coming right for me. I hold my breath once more as he reaches for me, bringing me into his arms, and kissing the hell out of me. His mouth is warm, tastes like beer…and is that olives? I don’t know, but I’m in pure heaven. His tongue sweeps along my lips, and before I can even fully open my mouth, his tongue is inside.

He devours me.

Boon’s fingers bite into my back, and he holds me as close as he can. I lean back into the car, bringing him in closer, and he squeezes my back as our kisses turn desperate. I feel him hard against my sex, and within seconds, I’m wet. When he pulls back, he cups my face, running his thumb along my jaw. His nose presses into mine as his lips graze my bottom lip. When the most gorgeous and unstoppable grin takes over his face, I’m breathless.

“Hey,” he whispers, and yeah, I swoon.

“Hey,” I say back, wrapping my arms around his waist, his jacket keeping me warm. “Are we taking my car or yours?”

“Yours. I don’t have mine. I rode with Wes.”

“Okay,” I say, but neither of us moves. “Do you wanna go?”

He rubs his nose back and forth against mine. “Not yet.”

I grin against his lips. “It’s cold, and everyone could come out.”