Page 71 of The Body Checker

“Really, Quinn, after all the time you spent in my bed, you still think hockey is what I do best?”

“Well no…not really,” I say, my heart so full of love, and my body so alive for this man to take me again, I can barely think straight.

He carries me to his room, sets me on the bed and stands back. “Undress now,” he demands in a soft command, as his eyes rake over me. “The Body Checker has a body to check out.”

I laugh at that, and reach for the small buttons on my shirt.

The need making his eyes go dark, sends heat through my body. “Uh, are you fond of that shirt?” he asks.

I grin. “Not really,” I say.

He drops to his knees before me, grips the shirt and tears it wide open. I gasp, and his mouth goes to body. “That’s better, wife,” he says between kisses.

My heart soars, loving how he calls me that. “I’m going to go through a whole wardrobe with you, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and I’ll buy you a new one with no goddam small buttons.” His mouth leaves my flesh, and he stands, runs his tongue runs along my neck.

“You don’t have—” I begin, but when he tugs the cup of my bra down and closes his mouth over my nipple, all thoughts fade except for how much I love this man, and how I now have everything I’ve ever wanted, but never thought I could have. He draws my nipple in, and I let loose a soft moan that pulls a growl from him.

“Such a boob man,” I tease.

“That’s not all I’m into,” he says, his voice vibrating through me.

“I know,” I whisper, and rake my hands through his hair. “And now you have a lifetime to show me.”

“Some of those things might be weird.”

I laugh at that. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Afterword

Thank You!

Thank you so much for reading The Body Checker, book three in my Players on Ice series. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it. Be sure to check The Playmaker, and The Stick Handler. Please read on for an excerpt of Single Dad Next Door.

Interested in leaving a review? Please do! Reviews help readers connect with books that work for them. I appreciate all reviews, whether positive or negative.

Happy Reading,

Cathryn

Single Dad Next Door

When my bedroom door flies open and crashes hard against the paint-chipped wall, I groan. “Go away,” I say, my voice muffled by my pillow. Not that my roommates will listen, even if they can hear me. Heck, I could scream at the top of my lungs and it wouldn’t faze them, much less send them running back to their rooms—not when the view outside my window is that hot.

Seriously though, sharing a house with four college freshmans is not my idea of a good time, not when I’m a senior and working my ass off to get into law school. But when I left NYU two months before the start of my fourth year and transferred to Penn State at the last minute, this place was all I could find—and afford. Ultimately, Penn State is where I want to do my law degree after undergrad. I just ended up here sooner, rather than later.

Someone tugs at my pillow and I open one eye to see Becca hovering over me. “Come on, Rach, he just took his shirt off,” she says. “You’re going to want to see this.”

Why oh why did my room have to come with the best view of the hot neighbor’s driveway?

“Thank God for this heat wave.” Sylvie, roommate number two, fans her face with her hand.

I groan and curl up into the fetal position. I just want one more minute in bed without every member of the house in my room. “I. Don’t. Care.” Well, that might be a lie. I like looking at the eye candy next door as well as they do, but after putting in a late night at Pizza Villa—I seriously have to find a new job—I need all the sleep I can get before class.

“Jesus, would you look at him,” Becca says, her voice a breathy whisper as she peers out the window. “Talk about slurpalicious. I could seriously lick that from head to toe, and back up again.”

“Leave,” I say on a yawn.

---