Kinsley fell in love with Phoenix Maverick, an NHL player for a team she never imagined supporting. But when Kinsley suffers from a head injury and forgets the last six years of her life, she struggles balancing being the person Phoenix fell in love...
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Early October. 2016
On Tuesday night, I arrived at Phoenix's apartment and let myself in, as he instructed I do when he text me. The scent of body wash and cologne drifted through the air and a moment after I'd walked inside, Phoenix appeared from the hallway, his hair damp and his chest bare.
All he wore was a pair of black slacks sitting low on his defined V line.
"Hey beautiful," he said, his gaze sweeping the emerald green dress I'd worn when he told me we have plans.
It was a satin material with bunching around the bust and it hugged my waist. It was a no under garments sort of dress and I felt even more exposed when he practically devoured me with his eyes.
"Fuck," he stood there, palming his jaw. "You look like you would feel so fucking good under my hands right now."
My stomach ended up in my throat. At the mention of his hands, I noted how big they were, strong, veins were prominent on the top of his wrist and trailing up his forearm. I was a huge fan of those veins.
"Maybe you'll find out tonight."
His jaw fluttered. "I do hope so."
The tension was thick between us, he wanted to touch me and I desperately wanted to touch him. His defined chest and shoulders looked soft and smooth, a canvas for my tongue.
"I was looking for a shirt," he finally said, still examining me as if I were art. "I'm meant to be putting more clothes on. Not taking them off."
"Do you want to take them off?"
His stare simmered with desire. "I want to slowly peel that dress off your body while you stand in front of the mirror and watch me kiss every single piece of skin I uncover as I go."
I was two seconds from physically crossing my legs.
He blew out a long breath, head tipped back as he made a slow turn back to the corridor. "I apologize. I just—"
"Don't apologize," I said, my voice tight. "I would tell you if I didn't like it."
He slid his hands into his pockets, watching me with a knowing smile. "Yeah. You would."
"We have plans tonight?"
"We do," he said, starting down the hall again, his ass was so firm and full, I watched it without an ounce of shame. "I'll finish getting dressed and we'll head off."
