Page 33 of Never You

I stare at the shots in front of me with wide eyes.

“Don’t you think you had enough for the weekend?” I put the straw of my cocktail in my mouth, taking a sip before our eyes lock again.

His eyes are focused on my straw with parted lips, a hunger in his eyes making me blush like a damn peach, and I quickly put my drink back on the table. I exhale softly with nostrils flaring, trying to fake annoyance, when really, there is a fire forming between my legs.

I can’t deny the effect he has on me, even if my feelings keep tossing me around like a damn ping-pong. One minute, I’m drawn to him, dying to feel his lips on mine, while the next, I want to punch the smug smirk off his face.

“What is it?” I clear my throat to pretend I’m unaffected.

His ocean blue eyes hold me hostage with a glint of lust, and my organs burn me from the inside. He shoves himself into the booth on my other side, getting a little closer than necessary, like the provocative ass that he is. His fresh scent enters my nose, and without thought, I suck in a deep breath to bottle it in my mind while the heat of his body relaxes me more than it should.

“That’s a surprise.” He winks before he sighs loudly, pulling out his phone, only to shove it back in his pants with a scowl.

When I notice him declining a call with a grunt, a frown covers my face.

“Everything okay?”

He waves his hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You want one?” He holds a shot up, and I gratefully take it.

“Yes, please.” Anything to rein in whatever he is unleashing inside of me.

The last thing I need is to get involved with another hockey player.

He hands one to Bodi, then grabs another one from the table. Then he puts the glass to his lips and throws his head back without waiting for us.

A feral roar erupts from his chest, as he slams the glass back onto the table.

Caveman.

“Always the gentleman,” Bodi sneers at his friend, then mimics the move by pouring a shot down his throat while I do the same.

A neutral flavor of vodka heats my tongue before it seers its way down my body.

“Maybe you should stick to your cocktail, baby. I wouldn’t want to have to carry you out of here.” He smirks.

The look on his face tells me he’s full of shit.

The look on mine tells him he’s underestimating me. Like many did before him. I wiggle my ass on the bench, straightening my back with confidence.

A grin splitting my face. “I hear a challenge,hockey boy.”

“Maybe.” He moves his face closer to mine with a seductive smile haunting his lips. “Are you up for it,princess?”

The nickname slightly offends me, being anythingbuta princess. I can be a royal pain in his ass, though, if he keeps it up. Grabbing another shot from the table, I slowly bring it to my lips in reply, my eyes staying locked with his the entire time.

The tension turns palpable, making my nipples hard as rocks, and for a split second, I hope his focus doesn’t move down to my chest with my desire on full display. A soft moan vibrates in his throat, and he licks his lips when I swallow the contents down, my tongue going numb from the burn of the liquid.

With a straight face, I softly put the glass back on the table, defiance filling my eyes, then take a sip of my Long Island to wash the smooth yet slightly bitter taste away.

Game on, hockey boy.

He keeps staring at me with an amused smirk, his arm placed behind my neck, resting on top of the booth. Finally, his eyes darken, and an evil grin flashes on his handsome face, exchanging a look with Bodi.

“Alright! Miss Poised is ready to party!” He drums his fingers on the table in excitement before gesturing his hand toward Bodi, telling him to grab another shot as he grabs two himself.

“Ready?” He winks, holding up the next shot in front of me.

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