Touch by Kris Bryant

Author:Kris Bryant [Bryant, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781635550856
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2017-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-two

I had a hard time falling asleep last night. My body was on fire. I took a bath and touched myself several times, but every orgasm just made me want another and another. By the time I crawled into bed, I was frustrated and exhausted, but my mind kept me awake. I thought about the whole night and our conversation. When she sat me on the kitchen counter, I thought for sure we were going to have sex right there. I’d bet my life that our next date will be explosive.

I pour coffee into a travel mug and check the time. It’s only six thirty. I feel like I’ve been up all night. I’m glad it’s Friday and tonight I can go to sleep right when I get home. I don’t want to leave right now because I will get to the rink too early and it will make me seem entirely too eager. It’s bad enough I threw myself at Stone last night. I’m so embarrassed. Again. With fifteen minutes left to kill, I pull up a video of her in a game just so I can quickly study her moves on the ice. When the video ends, I grab my bag and head out, excited and nervous to see her again.

There are three cars in the parking lot. I recognize Stone’s right away and expel a sigh of relief that I don’t have to wait for her. I grab my jacket and head inside. The doors are unlocked and I slip in, wanting to watch Stone before she knows I’m here. She is skating slowly, her stance wide. She is testing her strength. She slows down and adjusts her skates. Enough time has passed since her surgery, but she’s nervous about it and I’m not about to stop her from being careful. She grabs her stick and tosses a puck on the ice. Again, I’m impressed with her control of it. She isn’t skating fast, just working on quick motions. She stops when she sees me and immediately skates over.

“Hi. Good morning.” She leans over the railing and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. It makes me smile. I wasn’t expecting that.

“How are you?”

“Tired, but good. How long have you been here?”

I reach out and straighten her collar for no other reason than to touch her. “Not long. A few minutes only. How does your ankle feel?” She smells sweet and spicy, a scent I’ve come to know as her.

“It doesn’t feel too tight. I stretched for about thirty minutes this morning. I think I’m good. I’m ready to see what I can do,” she says.

“Show me,” I say. She skates off, slowly at first. I watch her lean to the left to test her weight and do the same for the right. She skates the length of the rink, jumping a few times, testing her ankle strength. I cringe every time. I know she needs to do this, but I don’t want her to get hurt again.

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