Page 5 of The Game Changer

“Oh, no.” She laughs, her face turning pink. “I’m just a hockey nut. I know your stats, and I’ve watched you play every home game. You’re such a good skater, and you’re fast, man. You always seem to find the gaps. And the way you set up plays, work with your team, you’re…” She grins, her words breaking apart with laughter. “I’m fangirling again. I swear I’m not a psycho. I just talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?” My head jolts back. “You’re nervous of me?”

She tips her head, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip before saying with a blush, “You’re like a celebrity crush to me, I guess. And I probably shouldn’t admit that, but you caught my eye in that first game I went to, and I haven’t been able to stop watching you since.” Her pixie nose wrinkles, her big blue eyes disappearing as she shuts those lids and obviously registers everything she just said.

Damn, she’s sexy and adorable. It’s a surprisingly alluring combo.

I usually go for puck bunnies who know exactly how hot they are and want to get down to business ASAP. I tend to gravitate toward the ones who seem to instinctively know this is just about the sex.

This girl, though. She’s got personality to spare.

That should be a red flag, because I’ve made the mistake of getting it on with clingers before, and shaking them off is painful.

But maybe this one’s worth the risk, you know?

Maybe she’s not a clinger.

Maybe she’s just a really big fan who wants to add me to her little black book.

I’m game.

If she knows this much about my hockey career, then she’s probably more than aware of my exploits outside the arena. She’ll know I’m a onetime guy, and she wouldn’t be trying to flirt with me if she was the type of girl who was after more.

I decide my reasoning is good enough and bend down again, getting closer to her ear and telling her a few facts about myself that she probably doesn’t know.

“My favorite cereal is Cinnamon Toast Crunch. If I didn’t play hockey, I’d spend my life boarding the steepest slopes I could find, and I love watching horror movies.” Her lips curl into a cute grin as I lean back and smirk down at her. “Now you go.”

“Okay.” The tip of her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking the corner, and I nearly miss what she says. “I love boarding too.”

Wait. What?

She’s a boarder?

Damn, that’s cool. I love a girl who can snowboard.

“My favorite breakfast is eggs Benny. And… I was the dodgeball champion at summer camp when I was twelve. Oh, and I also won a prize for being able to fit the most marshmallows into my mouth.” She tips her head, looking into the distance with a thoughtful smile. “That was a good year.”

I can’t help laughing. Seriously, this chick is awesome.

Moving in a little closer, I find an excuse to touch her, resting my hand on her lower back and leaning down to speak into her ear.

“When I was in seventh grade, I was trying to become the next Tony Hawk. I ended up breaking my nose on the concrete, and I’m pretty sure I permanently bruised my balls on a rail slide gone wrong.”

Sweet, sticky mixer spurts out of her mouth, and she starts choking on her laughter. I step back, lightly slapping her back as she hacks and giggles, wiping the glistening liquid off her lips and making my cock stir. I want those lips on me. I want to suck that alcohol right off them.

As soon as she catches her breath, I thread my fingers around the back of her neck and pull her forward. She’s stopped coughing now, but her lips are still shiny, and before she can even give me her permission, I swipe my tongue across them.

She goes still, her eyes glazing with this fiery kind of hunger when I pull back to check she’s into it.

The tip of her tongue darts between her lips again, this time following the line of my lick.

With a guttural groan, I go in for another taste, unable to help myself. The sweetness on her lips is nothing compared to her tongue. It slides against mine, eager and greedy, her tits squishing into my chest when she turns and presses herself against me.

Holy hell. She’s smokin’.

Running my hand down her back, I travel the line of her luscious curves, rounding her sweet ass and knowing I’ve got to have her. All of her. Tonight. Right fucking now.

“Wanna go upstairs?” I mumble between kisses.

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