Page 68 of Slap Shot Scandal
Moving in the exact opposite direction of common sense.
She scrolls through the footage, freezing the screen andpointing. “Here. The way you handled the gambling question? Fantastic. Authoritative, but not defensive.”
How she’s talking about my performance, her professional insight—it’s a better compliment than anything I’ve heard before. I’m not just a good-looking face, another player to her.
She sees me. Really sees me—not just the captain everyone expects me to be, but the man I am.
And it’s terrifying how much that means to me. How muchshemeans to me.
Shit, Steele. You’re skating back into dangerous territory again.
“Here.” She hands me a set of headphones and I slide down next to her, our legs brushing. Lightning shoots up my thigh, straight to my dick, and I’m grateful it’s dark in this room. Otherwise she’d see the way she’s affecting me—there’s certainly no hiding it.
Staring straight ahead at the monitor, I place the headphones over my ears as she rewinds the film. We watch in silence for a few minutes, and I try to focus on the interview—something, anything—other than the heat radiating off her body, her vanilla scent wrapping around me. Blood roars loud in my ears and I can’t hear what I’m saying on the film, nor do I care. My entire body’s humming, on high alert. Harbor shifts in her chair and her knee falls against mine and that slight movement has my dick at full mast.
Fuck me.
She pulls her headphones down around her neck, smiling in the dark. “Fantastic, right? You were great, Weston.”
I can’t tear my gaze from her mouth, the pretty pink bow of her lips. I remember what she tastes like, feels like, and I want more.
Need more.
This is the moment. Deciding between what the team needs and the man wants.
I’ve spent my entire career making the right call, the safe play, the decision that protects everyone else.
Maybe it’s time to make a decision just for me, just this once.
“Harbor…” My voice is gruff as her eyes flick to mine.
“Yes?”
The way she gazes up at me through that thick fringe of lashes tips me over the edge. I’m untethered, the rope that’s been holding me together unraveling. I give into temptation, bending down and pressing my lips to hers.
Heaven.
She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans in, her soft sigh a whisper in the darkness. Like she’s giving in right along with me.
We’re both surrendering and it feels so damn good.
I slip my tongue into her mouth and taste her. She’s sweet, and warm, and slightly minty, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Weston…” she moans, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. She tangles her tongue with mine and slides closer, our bodies inches apart.
Taking the chance, I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap. She answers by winding her hands around my neck, her delicate fingers caressing the hairline and sending a delicious shiver rolling down my spine.
I want this woman.
Right the fuck now.
I don’t want to waste another second. No more analyzing and second-guessing.
Moving my hand from her waist, I caress the roundpeach of her ass, the fabric of her skirt silky smooth beneath my calloused palm. I want to feel her skin, the heat radiating from her body onto mine like rays from the sun.
“Harbor…”
She pauses and pulls away slightly. “Mmm…”
