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“I want you to know—I don’t usually do this with hockey players.” Her admission is shy, quiet.
“Good thing I don’t usually lose.” The way her lips part tells me she understands exactly what game we’re playing.
“Walk me back?”
“Sure.”
I toss a massive tip on the table, as promised, and we slip out the side exit, avoiding the crowd inside the Rusty Anchor.
I’ll follow the rules. For now.
Harbor Hayes thinks she’s protecting herself with the rules.
She has no idea she just handed me the playbook for winning her completely.
And I’ve never played a game I didn’t plan to win.
CHAPTER 24
HARBOR
The door to my dark hotel room clicks shut behind us and before I can say anything, do anything, his mouth crashes into mine.
Hot. Possessive. Controlling.
Like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this—and tonight the wait’s finally over.
My back pushed up against the wall, his lips on mine, he manages to pull every thought out of my head. One by one, until the only thing left is him.
Weston Steele.
And it’s fucking amazing.
My entire body shimmers, floating as he hitches up my dress, balling the fabric in his large palms.
“Harbor…” His voice low and gravelly. Dangerous in the best possible way.
“Weston…” I murmur into his open mouth, slipping my tongue inside and tasting him. He’s slightly salty and hoppy from the beer, fingers tangling in my hair.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Hurricane.”
God, I want this man.
More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.
I want his hands on me, everywhere. His mouth, his naked body on top of mine. His glorious dick drilling into me. Taking charge, owning me.
“I want…” My voice catches as he nips at my lower lip, sending a sharp bolt of desire straight to my clit.
“Yeah?” He doesn’t stop his assault on my mouth, driving his tongue in deeper. Taking my breath away.
After a few long minutes of kissing, he pulls away. “What do you want, Harbor? Tell me.”
He stares down at me, his dark pupils wide. My core throbs, his hard body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall.
I want to stay like this forever.
But I can’t say that.
