The Stillness Of You(26)

She had no makeup on and looked almost vulnerable as she sipped her   coffee, her eyes on the yard, her body curled up in my T-shirt. We were   on the deck out back having a big ass breakfast-I don't mean to boast   but I'm pretty much the king of eggs and bacon-and it was almost nine.

Time for me to ask the big question. Time for me to take this girl on a date.

"So, Peaches."

She glanced my way, her eyes automatically moving down my bare chest,   going lower to the large bulge in my boxers. Which, at least were black   this morning-not that the color hid much.

When her eyes met mine again, my gut tightened and my heart sped up. A   smile widened that sexy-as-hell mouth and I found myself answering with   the same. How could I not? The girl was everything I had ever  fantasized  about and more … .more because she was real. And she'd spent  the night  with me.

Peaches was mine, she just didn't know it yet.

"Why do you call me that?" she asked softly.

"Peaches?"

She nodded.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "It somehow fits. Georgia peach?"

She giggled. "I'm about as far away from a southern belle as you can get."

"No shit," I answered, my grin widening when she moved closer and whacked me on the arm.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I had no idea what she said because when her legs untangled I'd caught a   peek at the treasure between them and every sane thought in my head   automatically went south. Way fucking south.

I couldn't believe it-this had to be some kind of record-but I seriously   could have bent her over the chair and taken her again. I was that  hard  and horny for her.

I reached forward and kissed her, my hand in that hair, my tongue in her   mouth. My plate crashed to the deck but I didn't give a shit and  pulled  her out of her chair and onto my lap because I needed to feel  her.  Touch her with my hands and my mouth.

She squirmed against me and my fingers roved up her shirt, feeling for   her breasts-wanting to touch every inch of her body again. She made me   crazy, so damn crazy, and we were just getting started.

We came up for air and I took a breath and then whistled, low and   suggestively. My T-shirt had ridden up past her chest so she was   basically naked, and my cock was so hard it was standing on end like a   fucking flag pole.

"Ben," she whispered, her mouth swollen from mine. "We can't."

"We can," I grumbled against her.

"You've got more stamina than a horse."

"Well, I'm hung like one. What did you expect?"

She giggled and I decided that if I could hear that sound every minute   of every day, my life would be complete. That's what this girl had done   to me in the space of a few weeks.

I went silent and just looked at her. I knew that what I was feeling   wasn't just that excitement you got when you had hot sex with someone   new. I'd been there and done that many times. Whatever this was, it was   more than that. A hell of a lot more than that.                       
       
           



       

"I should go," she said slowly, stretching her arms above her head. Her   nipple was right there and I flicked my tongue over it, loving the   whimper she made when I did it again.

"Do you have plans today?" I asked lightly, tracing her nipple with my finger while I held her squiggling body prisoner.

She stopped moving and bit her lip, her eyes shadowing a bit, which had me sitting straighter and pulling her shirt down.

"I have to go home and shower," she shrugged. "But other than that I have no plans."

"Good."

A small smile tugged the corners of her lips. "Why?"

"Do you golf?"

I could tell she was surprised, but she nodded. "Why?"

"I've got a buddy who's visiting family in the area and he invited me   for a round with him and his girlfriend. I was hoping you'd come with   me."

She didn't say anything for the longest time and I was starting to get   nervous thinking I'd somehow blown it already. What kind of guy invited a   girl he'd just spent the hottest night of his life with to go golfing?  I  should be taking her to an expensive restaurant or something.

But the thing of it was, I wanted her there. I wanted my buddy Jason   Gills to meet her. We'd played college hockey together and now he was   goaltending for the Minnesota Wild. I hadn't hung with him since the All   Star break, but more importantly, I wanted him to know Georgia. I   wanted him to meet this girl who'd turned my world on its head in ways I   couldn't even describe yet.

So I waited, more than a little tense, and when that pretty smile poked   through I grabbed her face and kissed her again. I couldn't help  myself.

"Okay," she said slowly. "But I have to go home and take care of a few   things first." She cocked an eyebrow. "What time is T-off?"

"Jason made it for two o'clock at some place called The Greens."

"Good. That gives us enough time." Her voice hit a sexy low note and I   couldn't help but think that this girl was going to kill me.

"Time for what?" I asked roughly, my heart speeding like a fucking freight train as she slid off my lap and onto her knees.

She reached for my boxers and pulled them down, tossing them to the side   along with her T-shirt. She slid between my legs and bent forward,   though she paused, her mouth near my dick and my balls in her hands.

"It gives me time to thank you properly for giving me the most orgasms I've ever had in the space of twelve hours."

I stared down at her helplessly because for the first time I realized   just how much this girl meant to me. I knew in this moment that the line   we'd crossed the night before wasn't just a line. We'd hopped over a   goddamn mountain and it was one I'd never climbed before. It involved   giving and taking, and I had never really been one to give. Or at the   very least, I hadn't cared about giving.

But last night had been all about giving and I did everything in   power-pulled out all the stops-to give her as much pleasure as I could.   Not once did I expect anything more in return than the gift of spending   the night with her.

And now here she was, giving back, staring up at me like a goddess.

Her lips closed over me and I groaned, sinking back into my chair. This   wasn't just about sex anymore, but, holy fuck, the sex was better than   good.

It was mind blowing.

I closed my eyes and rode the wave and it was hours before I came down.





Chapter Twenty





Georgia





Matt was gone when I got back to his loft. He'd left a note saying he   was out for the day with some friends and that he'd text me later.

I loved my brother but I was happy for some alone time so I could digest   the last twenty-four hours. Because without a doubt, the last   twenty-four hours had been the most intense I'd ever had. And   considering the fucked up status of many of my nights in the past … that   was saying something.

Not that anything about what had just happened with Ben was fucked up.   It was just the opposite. It had been crazy, tender, sensual, and light   hearted. Ben Lancaster was as good in bed as he was on the ice. He was   fearless and confident and all sorts of things happened inside me when   he looked into my eyes.

And it was all that stuff that had me worried. I'd never been in love   before. Oh, I'd had several infatuations-some had left me bruised and   wounded for weeks-but none that had left a lasting impression on me.

I had a feeling that Ben Lancaster had just tattooed himself onto my   soul and the thing about tattoos? They're painful to remove.

So was this love? Or was I just infatuated? How the hell was I supposed to know the difference?                       
       
           



       

And if this was love what was I going to do about it? I knew I was no   good for Ben and eventually he'd figure that out on his own. Once the   hockey season started he'd be riding that damn shooting star again and   there wasn't room for me on it.

Fresh out of the shower, I scrubbed at the mist on the mirror and stared   at my reflection. My eyes glistened and a flush stained my cheeks, one   that wasn't from the hot water either. I looked good. I looked healthy   and happy and …

"Oh, Georgia. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" I groaned.

I heard my cell phone ding and scooped it up from the table beside my bed. It was Kendall.

‘what the fuck, G. where are u'

I smiled. Leave it to Kendall to get right to the point in style. I   scrolled through my messages and noticed that she'd sent more than a   dozen texts. I paused and then answered.