Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
This is an arrangement.
A business transaction.
That’s it.
“Because he wants in my pants.”
“Of course he does. He’s been there, he liked it. You said—”
“I know what I said!” I say before she can say it. But even I can’t deny the fact that he was the best I ever had. “It won’t happen. That will make this messy.”
I feel her gaze on me, and when I chance a glance, I regret it instantly. She holds up her palm, fighting back her laughter. “You mean to tell me that you, Cameron White, who hasn’t slept with anyone in years, is going to resist sleeping with that hunk of a man? You do know you have to kiss him, touch him in public? That’s not gonna wake up the girl between your thighs?”
“Just because you’re constantly thirsty doesn’t mean the rest of us are.”
Her eyes darken as her lips curve. “Because when your thirst can only be quenched by one man, it’s easy to ignore everyone else.”
Her words make my spine tingle. Oh, sleeping with Benson was one hell of an experience. I swear, he worshipped me. Cared more about me coming than himself. I had never been with anyone like that, and fuck, it scared me. Which is the main reason it can never happen, or next thing you know, I’m following Callie’s game analysis to a tee.
“Benson isn’t the drink I need.”
She guffaws at that in a very annoying and overzealous way. “I bet you…” She thinks for a moment. “You’ll sleep with him within three months.” I scoff and she grins. “If you do, then you have to wear the blue dress I picked out.”
I give her a dark look. “Callie, that dress is hideous! I look like a tormented Little Miss Muffet!”
She grins. “I love it, and I’ll get you a tuffet. But if you last, then you can wear that little smexy number you want.”
I glare, but then I take a deep breath. “You’ll be buying me my smexy number too.”
She pats my thigh. “No, my love. I’ll be buying your dress for your tuffet, Miss Muffet.”
“I dislike you greatly,” I mumble, and her laughter is unstoppable.
Realistically, I have nothing to worry about. I have this planned out perfectly. Benson and I will meet on Monday to go over everything, and it’ll be easy peasy. A few events, a couple games, maybe a coffee here and there, that’s it. We won’t have to talk about anything, we won’t need to be around each other, we’ll just exist together for people to see. Now, if I do have to kiss him, that’s fine, easy. I’ll act like I’m kissing… Okay, I may need to rethink the kissing thing because there would be no imagining anyone but the man whose lips are under mine. Because Benson, Jesus help me, can bring me to my knees with a kiss.
By the grace of God, I was sitting when he kissed me the first time, so I didn’t fall over. But each time our lips found each other, it was really hard to stop. Like, really hard. His lips are just so inviting, so soft and lush. The feel of his palm along my jaw, or how his nose would slide along my neck. How when he let his beard grow a bit, it tickled my neck and jaw. Those eyes. How dark and deep they’d burn into mine.
I know I’m in an ice rink, but fuck, I’m burning up.
“Thinking about sleeping with him?” Callie pokes, and I don’t even bother giving her my gaze.
“Keep it up, and you won’t have a maid of honor.”
“You’re right,” she quips. “I’ll have a matron of honor who looks like Miss Muffet.”
Thankfully, before I can cause bodily harm to my sister in all ways but blood, the damn game starts.
And Benson, well, he scores in the first fifty-two seconds.
Yes, it was a soft goal—he barely shot it in—but the goalie must not have been ready. And hey, a goal is a goal, no matter what. We all shoot out of our seats, screaming as Benson tucks his stick between his legs and acts as if he’s riding it around the goal. He even circles his glove as if he’s trying to lasso someone in.
With the look he gives me, I feel it may be me.
Shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Cameron
Benson not only scored three goals; he scored four. The last one being an empty netter when the other team pulled their goalie to try not to be shut out by our barreling Bulls. With Benson’s empty net goal, the final nail was added to their coffin, and the Bullies won the home opener. Not that I’m surprised. Our team is stacked with talent, not that I watched anyone but Benson. I’ve always enjoyed watching him play. He’s eager, he’s quick, and you can just tell he loves every single part of the game. I love to watch an athlete who loves their sport. It makes me love the sport more, not that it’s hard to enjoy hockey. It’s fast-paced, it’s hard-hitting, and something is always happening. I love it. It just adds to my love of the sport that Benson looks fantastic doing it. He truly floats on the ice, and his hands are unbelievable.