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.