Chapter One
MAVERICK
She climbed up on my bed, on her knees, and took her shirt off.
There I was faced with a black lace bra that had a tiny red rose at the center of it.
Not that I was like some of the other guys on the team -meaning judgmental- but I was still a man and my eyes were left with one choice… to stare at the beautiful cleavage on the beautiful woman, my hands tingling, wanting to know just how well those breasts would fill them. The same could be said for my mouth.
The move was subtle though.
My eyes barely moved.
Being a goalie left me with the amazing ability to use my peripheral vision in a way that many wouldn’t understand. My job revolved around having a group of big and pissed off hockey players in front of me at any given time. They were standing on skates, and I was generally in some kind of a crouched position, my eyes focused intently, waiting for someone to take a shot.
Usually it wasn’t even the shot that made it hard. It was the rebounds. The second and third shots that came from nowhere. The dreaded deflection off a skate or a stick.
Anyway, back to the black bra, red rose, perfect tits, and smiling woman that stared at me as she inched her way closer to me across my bed.
Her panties matched her bra.
A clear indicator that she had set out on this night hoping to be in this exact position.
We were a match made in heaven.
Where fate did exist.
For one night.
I stood at the side of my own bed, wearing nothing but dark colored jeans that were unbuttoned. No shirt. Because… I needed tonight.
I reached out and gently touched her shoulders.
She was slender yet fierce. Curves in all the places any man -good or bad- would want to see curves. Her eyes were a light brown, an almost golden color, and her hair a dark blonde.
My fingertips eased down her shoulders to her arms.
“Grace,” I whispered.
“That’s me,” she whispered. “You’re not going to get nervous now, are you?”
“I don’t get nervous. Ever.”
“What about when you found your girlfriend screwing some other guy?” Grace asked with a smile that revealed dimples that were somehow cute yet vixen evil at the same time.
“That was anger, sweetie,” I said. “I’m over that.”
“You’re not over that,” she said. She touched my face. “You can pretend to forget for tonight. That’s why I’m here, right?”
“You said your ex was just as heartless,” I said. “Did he cheat too?”
Grace groaned. “Two pieces of thin clothing separate your tongue from touching my naughtiest parts. Do you really want to do thetalking-about-our-exes-thing?”
“Not really,” I said. “I’m just making sure nothing gets blurred between us tonight.”
“My eyes are clear, Maverick.”
“You’re not going to cling, right?”