Page 50 of Head Over Skates

“Ah, I see.” That flirtatious grin makes an appearance. “You're waiting until after midnight to put on that catsuit again.”

“No! I just… never mind.” I can already feel myself getting flushed, and I can’t let him see it or he’ll never shut up about it. “I’ll sleuth around next period.”

“Are you sure about that? I’m starting to think you like sneaking around with me in the dark.” His eyes glimmer at me. “Cramped spaces. The thrill of almost getting discovered…”

“You’re such a pig.” I smack his arm.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.” I forgot about his injured shoulder.

He pouts his lip out, totally faking a frown. “Kiss it better?”

Oh. My. Gosh. Why is he such a flirt?

“In your dreams.”

He snakes his arm around my waist and murmurs in my ear. His breath is hot and delicious on my neck, sending tendrils of desire down my spine.

“Come on, Kitten. The guys are watching. Sell this.”

His beard brushes against my cheek as he moves to hover his lips over mine. My resolve against him is dissolving quickly.

“Methinks you’re enjoying this fake dating ruse a little too much.”

His reply is smooth and sultry. “Is that so bad?”

Circling his nose around mine, his gaze flutters to my mouth with unequivocal want.

“Okay, just a tiny one,” I say. “But no tongue.”

“Just a little bit?”

“Don’t push it.”

His lips are already on me when he mumbles, “You drive a hard bargain.”

Then he overtakes me in a devastatingly glorious kiss. I am officially goo in his arms, and I think I can get addicted to this quite easily. He’s a beautiful kisser. There’s no other way to describe it. The way he pours his whole being into it. All the charisma and fire. But also with such tenderness, I could literally die in his arms.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear hoots and whistles, and I bristle at the very public show we’re putting on.

Owen growls at the intrusion.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Intermission’s almost over. Go out there and win this game.”

“If you insist.” He playfully smacks my butt (the cad) and ambles into the locker room, followed by more teasing. A second later, Sawyer peeks his head out the door.

“Hey Emily.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you see in this guy? I mean, look at that ugly face.”

Lovely. I’d like to set the record straight, That I, in fact, am not dating Owen. But we dug ourselves into this ruse. The kissing didn’t help. I make a mental note to fake break up with him as soon as we get back to Toronto.

Yeah. That’s a solid plan, and I’ll definitely stick to it. One hundred percent.

“Likeyou’reso hot?” I scoff.

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