Page 118 of The Bad Boy Rule

SAINT

5 MONTHS LATER

“Think you might be my lucky charm, Golden Girl.” I press a kiss to that sensitive space behind her ear that always makes her go soft in my hands. “And you know how superstitious us hockey players are. Guess that means I’m going to have to keep you forever.”

Her giggle is soft and sweet next to my ear, almost as sweet as she tastes on my tongue. “You would’ve won the Frozen Four withorwithout me.”

She’s vastly underestimating how much I need her, like usual. I plan to spend the rest of the night showing her.

“God, you were so hot out there,” she murmurs, fingers tangling into my necklace and tugging me to her mouth, hovering her lips beneath mine. When I lean forward for the kiss, her lips curve into a sexy little grin, and she pulls back, just enough to where I feel her breath dusting my lips but not close enough to where I can take her mouth.Teasing me. Driving me fucking insane. But I love it. I fucking love that in the time we’vebeen together, she’s grown more confident and playful and that she doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she needs or wants.“It made mesowet watching you score that goal.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me, baby?”

She traces her tongue across her full bottom lip, and my dick feels like it might bust through my sweatpants at any moment. “Well, Iwould… but I only have an hour of ice time.”

A deep groan rumbles out of me. “Fucking killing me.”

Without a kiss, she drops my necklace and takes a step back. As if that’s going to stop her pretty little pussy from throbbing for me.

“Sorry, but you know I have to focus. You areverydistracting.” Bending, she pulls off the guards on her blades, setting them on the boards, and moves to the rink door, pushing it open.

My lip quirks as I follow her out onto the ice. “That would be you in those fucking skirts.” Today, it’sbright yellow. Short, falling just below her ass. Her leotard is nearly the same shade, and together, they make her look like sunshine.Literallymy Golden Girl.

“Are skirt kinks a thing? Because I am pretty positive you have one.”

I skate up behind her and slap her ass, causing her giggle to echo around the rink.

“I see right through you, baby.” My palms curve around her hip as I haul her backward, flush against my front, and dip my head to her neck, nipping at the place where it meets her shoulder. “You provoke me because youwantme to chase you around the rink. I remember how much you loved the day that I taped you up and made you squirt on my face in the penalty box. It’s right over there…”

My words trail off as I reach up, gripping her chin between my fingers and turning her head toward mine. Her breath iscoming quicker, in shallow pants, as she pushes her ass against me.

Yeah, she’s remembering every filthy thing I did that day. Pretty sure she came even harder knowing that someone could’ve walked in. It was our ice time, but that didn’t mean that the rink was closed.

My dirty girl.

Suddenly, I drop my hand and skate backward, putting distance between us, and she whips around, those lush green eyes blazing, lips parted.

“Forgot how you needed to focus. Sorry, baby.” I smirk.

For a second, she simply pins me with her narrowed gaze, and I have to bite back a chuckle because she’s getting a taste of her own medicine. Her hand flies to her hip, and she cocks a brow. “Fine. You stay on your side of the ice, and I’ll stay on mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

She’s feigning like she’s not affected by me, just the way she did when we met here all those months ago. I knew better then, and I sure as fuck know better now.

Everything has changed in the last almost six months. In both of our lives.

We’vechanged.

But the one thing that’s remained the same is how crazy I am about her.

How much I love her.

How she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I never take a single day for granted.

How we spend every night wrapped up together in our bed. Well, not officiallyours. But I spend the majority of my time at her apartment, and it’s starting to feel like a home to me.

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