“It’s a hell yes.”įor the fourth time this week, I skate off the ice after practice wanting to pound my fist through a wall. “God, no.” I lean up to nibble on his neck. “Want me to make you come in the bathroom?” My thighs clench, noticeably, and he laughs again. I think you might need to reassure me some more.”Ĭhuckling, he tips his head toward the door beside us. Raising my eyebrows, I reach up to lock my hands around his neck. Trust me, baby, you’re the only woman I want.
“That turns me on even more,” he mumbles. I move my hips, just enough for my pelvis to rub that hard ridge, and his eyelids grow heavy. His erection is poking into my belly, and the feel of it sends a streak of satisfaction through me. “I’ve never been with anyone who’s gotten all possessive over me.
“But this is even hotter than watching Sandy and her girl make out all night.” A seductive note thickens his voice. Prickly and peeved, ready to fight any girl who so much as looked at Logan. God, I didn’t like feeling that way downstairs. I find myself relaxing, my previously tense muscles now loose and tingly from the feel of his hard body pressed up against mine. Dean thought he’d died and gone to heaven.”Ī laugh pops out. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” She and her girlfriend came to a party at our place last semester and fooled around on the couch the entire time.” You’re the only one I see tonight, the only one I see ever.” Those warm lips touch mine again, firm and reassuring. “All those girls who came over to us? I don’t even remember what they look like. “You have nothing to be jealous of,” he says in a husky voice. His lips brush mine in a soft kiss before he gazes into my eyes, earnest, amazed. Then I’ve got six-feet and two-hundred-plus pounds of sexy hockey player pinning me in place. “This isn’t funny.” I attempt to shrug his hand off my arm.īut not only does he hold on tighter, he brings his other hand into play, planting both on my waist as he backs me into the wall. “Makes you jealous,” he finishes, and I feel like smacking that stupid grin off his face. “I just don’t appreciate all these girls hitting on you when I’m standing right fucking beside you. Then understanding dawns, and a slow smile stretches his mouth. “Seriously, John, what the hell? We can’t walk two feet without some girl coming up to you and fondling you and saying, ooooh, I had such a good time with you last year, you big stud, we should do that again, wink wink, nudge nudge.” “Have you slept with every girl at this school?” “Because…” I bite the inside of my cheek. “Grace.” His hand lands on my shoulder, tugging me around to face him.
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