Page 19 of Mine to Take

My heart slams against my chest, beating a mad rhythm. When my tongue darts out to moisten my dry lips, his attention drops to the movement. Arousal sparks in his eyes as he slants them upward again to meet mine.

I remain silent as he steps close enough for the steely strength of his chest to press against the tips of my breasts.

“You didn’t answer the question. Are you with River? Or are you a bunny who gets off on sleeping with any hockey player?”

My eyes widen as understanding slams into me.

Wait a minute…

He thinks I’m a groupie?

Just as I open my mouth to fire off a denial, his warm breath ghosts across my lips. It’s a dizzying sensation that scatters my brain cells into a million directions and makes holding on to rational thought an impossibility. Another millimeter and we would be touching.

Kissing.

Is his mouth as soft as it looks?

I’m dying to find out.

Another wave of shock crashes over me when he nips my bottom lip with sharp teeth. A rush of air gets clogged at the back of my throat as we remain locked in silent battle. He gives it a slight tug before relinquishing his hold.

“Come home with me, and I’ll show you what it feels like to get fucked by a real hockey player.”

Before I can attempt to make sense of my out-of-control thoughts and emotions, his mouth crashes into mine as one hand snakes around the nape of my neck to hold me in place. Not once does it occur to me to fight the grip or untangle myself from him.

The only things I’m cognizant of are the fireworks exploding within every cell of my being and the way my body vibrates with need...and wonderment.

The velvety softness of his tongue plunges deep inside my mouth to tangle with my own. It isn’t until my fingers curl into the soft material of his hoodie that I realize I’m holding on for dear life.

His mouth is a force to be reckoned with.

Dominant.

Possessive.

And I love it.

I desperately want more of it.

No one has ever kissed me like this.

It makes me realize how starved I am for this kind of affection.

I have no idea how long we stand embracing in the parking lot with the silvery moonlight filtering down on us.

He pulls away just enough to search my eyes.

The heat filling them is enough to singe me alive.

“What’s it going to be, sunshine?”

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Maverick

Impatience vibrates through every thickly corded muscle as I wait for her response.

For one night, I want to know that this girl is mine. That I can play with her body any way I want, all the while fucking her senseless.

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