And then he’s blazing up the ice, feinting right and then cutting left, his stick a blur of motion. There’s no time left. He fires off a shot and—
“Score,” comes a low, familiar rumble at my ear, scaring the life and a totally humiliating yelp out me.
I’m off the couch in a flash, hand at my throat, eyes wide and shifting between the flesh-and-blood man in front of me and the miniature version of him pumping his fist hard as he glides on one skate into the embrace of a team that has spilled onto the ice following the final buzzer.
I’m mesmerized by both. In awe.
Wade grins down at the table. “Mom’s package came.”
He flips through the pages and shoots me a cocky, too-sexy grin. “Been watching my old games?”
Three of them. One from this past season with the Slayers, an AHL game, and this one from college. “You’re really good.”
Geez, was that breathy voice mine?
He straightens. His brows go high, and his mouth tips into that criminally hot, slanted smile.
“Good Girl—oomf!”
Wade catches me against him as I kiss him with the frantic need of a rabid fangirl, my legs locked at his back.
“So I’m guessing”—he takes my kiss—“the hockey”—gives me his—“works for you.”
“So hot.” My legs tighten, bringing us closer. “You’re going to take me to your games?”
“Wrap you up in my number,” he growls, hands moving to my ass to drag me over him.
“Number seventeen.” I know it now. “Tap the glass when you skate by for warm-up.”
“Hell, yes.” We both groan. “Score for you.”
“Wade.” Heat spills through my center as he fills my mouth with the thrust of his tongue, kissing me hard and deep. Backing me to the wall and grinding against that spot I need him most. “Tell me I’m yours.”
“Fuuuck, Harlow. You’re mine.”
Yeah, I’ve got his number. But it works for me too.
“Make me feel it,” I pant against his lips, reveling in his answering sound of masculine desperation. In the way he maneuvers me to pull down my leggings and panties on one side, so I can pull my leg free. In the way he bites his lip as he strokes through the spread of my sex.
I’m drenched for him. Quaking beneath his touch.
He gives me one thick finger, pumping in and out. “You feel that, Good Girl?”
“Yes.”
Another thick finger presses in with the first. Stroking. His touch making me whimper. “How about that?”
“So good.”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” He’s at my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe, tongue tracing the shell. “Give you another and fill you so good you come all over them?”
“Wade,” I gasp, clenching around the stretch of a third. God, his hands are so big. His fingers so long. But I want— “More. Please.”
One more pump inside me and he eases out. The emptiness is unbearable, but then he’s back, the wide head of his cock nudging at me. Teasing. Torturing.
Making me crazy.
“You want me to make you feel it?”
I’m nodding, tipping my hips into his.
He drives in, full length. Filling me with everything I can take. More.
“Tell me,” I whisper, trembling around him, my body already on the brink.
“You’re mine.” And then he starts to move, retreating only to take me deep again. Deeper. “Mine.” Harder. “Been waiting for you forever.” So good. “Never letting you go.” So close. Almost there. “Fuck, I love you.”
And then we’re coming together, rocking, eyes locked, bodies as close as they can be.
My hands move to his face, my thumbs brushing across his short beard. “I love you too.”
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Acknowledgments
Fun fact: There's more to creating a book than just writing the words. A lot more!
The magic that goes into each book that finds it's way onto your eReader or shelf extends from that first willing ear to beyond the last set of eyes checking for typos. And I am beyond grateful for every single one of the people continually proving that writing is a team sport.
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And especially to you! Thank you for reading.
((HUGS)) Mira
About the Author
Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. www.miralynkelly.com
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