The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

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I woke up to a body under mine, which was the first problem, and I opened my eyes slowly and looked down to find Luca fast asleep with his mouth slightly open and my cheek still printed on his chest, my entire body over him.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I did not want to scream but I was very close to it.

What was I doing on top of Luca?

I shifted, and that was the second problem, because I gasped when I felt him hard beneath me, long and obvious through a dress that put me directly against him, the press of him against my panties so clear my eyes went wide.

I should move.

I really should.

But why did it feel so good? Why did I want to rub on it?

The thought arrived uninvited and unhelpful, because he enjoyed sex and the whole floor had proof, and for one stupid second I wondered whether sex with me would be so wrong when we were adults and we were here and he was-

I gasped. My hand on my mouth helped to cover the sound.

Last night hit in pieces: the wine, Marco, Luca carrying me, the couch, my face in his neck, and something after that I could not quite believe actually happened.

I screamed.

Luca jerked awake, voice sleepy and rough-“What? What’s wrong”-and then he registered the weight, the angle, my face, and I fell off the couch in shock, not a graceful slide but a full disaster of elbow and carpet with my dignity leaving the building.

“Shit.” He twisted away so fast he almost joined me on the floor. “Just give me a second.”

My cheeks were on fire. The coffee table had a front-row seat to my embarrassment. This could not be happening to me.

“Why was I on you?” The words came out too fast. “Why was 1-Luca. Why was I sleeping on you?”

“You climbed on the couch.” He kept his back to me, voice still rough from sleep. “I didn’t put you there. Just so we make that clear. I don’t want to give you any reason to slap me. I was the perfect gentleman. Maybe not perfect. But you get the point.”

“I have a room.” I sat up and pointed at the door as if I needed witnesses. “Did I talk? Oh my goodness, did I talk and embarrass myself last night? What did I say Luca? Tell me everything!”

He made a sound that was not quite a laugh. “You talked. Yes.”

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“What did I say.”

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“What did I say.”

He rubbed his face with his hand. “You said I smelled good.”

I wanted the ground to swallow me. “No. I did not.”

I denied that even though I had a vague memory of it.

“You said I looked for you first. That you liked that. Whatever that meant.”

I put both hands over my face, I felt like I might faint. “I will never say such a thing.”

Now he looked amused.

“This is not funny.” I snapped.

“It is a little funny.”

I peeked through my fingers and found him sitting up, still angled away, jaw tight and ears red.

There was more. Again, I had that memory but wanted to believe it was just a dream.

Still, I asked again.

“What else.”

Silence.

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“Luca.”

“You were drunk.”

“What else?”

He stared at the glass like the yachts might answer for him. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll be happy to hear this. But, you kissed me. And I just want to make it clear, I did not kiss you back. You did all of it. So don’t say I took advantage-”

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I had kissed him.

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I had kissed Luca, and I had woken up on top of him with his body doing what bodies did in the morning, and I had no plan except panic.

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