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He blinks at me and then swallows thickly before dropping his eyes down the length of my body.

“Or did you just want me to fuck you?”

Christ.

“Yeah, I want that. But we can have a drink first? I’m in no rush.”

One side of his mouth kicks up into what I assume is a smile. It happens so infrequently that I can never be sure. It’s refreshing to see something other than his standard scowl, though.

I follow him to his kitchen and get déjà vu when he reaches for the cupboard that hides the whiskey.

“I don’t usually do this,” he confesses as he grabs two glasses.

“Define this,” I say as I slide my ass onto one of his stools and watch him move around, amused that he hasn’t actually asked what I want to drink.

“Have guys at my house. It’s usually a hard no for me.”

“I guess I kinda fucked that up when I invited myself back here, huh?”

“I…um…” The muscles in his shoulders tense, and I can’t help but drool at the insane definition that is his entire back right now. “When I do hook up, I try to do it with guys who have no idea who I am.”

“That’s fair enough. You can trust me, though. I might be a hardcore hockey fan, but I’d never brag about this.”

Finally, he sloshes a generous measure of whiskey into two glasses and then turns around to pass me one.

“What if I don’t like whiskey?” I taunt.

His expression tightens.

“Maybe I’m more of a vodka cranberry man.”

He narrows his eyes at me suspiciously.

“Really?”

“No, not really,” I laugh, accepting the glass he slides toward me. “I usually add some Coke, though. I don’t like to admit this, but I’m a bit of a lightweight. This,” I say, lifting the glass, “will take me out.”

Nash smirks as he rests his hip against the island before taking a sip of his drink.

“And what kind of drunk are you?”

“What do you think?” I shoot straight back.

“Well, I’m hoping it doesn’t make you sleepy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

I take another sip.

“Didn’t you have plans for me?” I tease.

He drags his bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth digging into the flesh.

Fuck. I want to be the one doing that.

He finally releases it before confessing, “You have no idea.”

My temperature spikes, my cock thickening at the thought of him getting his hands on me properly this time.