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“You like me all the time.”

“This is true.” Slowly, he stalks toward me, and my eyes dip down his body, settling without my permission on the bulge in his underwear as he cages me in against the counter. “I like you in your vet scrubs. I like you in the purple leggings you wore that second hike, the ones that clung to your ass.” He grips my waist, hoisting me onto the counter, spreading my thighs and stepping between them, hands on my knees, searing my skin. “And I like you in this, my T-shirt and nothing else, with your legs on display and your hips begging me to slip my hand underneath and grab hold.”

My brain stops working and my heartbeat drops to my clit, throbbing with need as Adam drags his rough palms over my thighs, taking the hem of his T-shirt as he goes. Dark eyes collide with mine as he pushes that material higher, until it pools around my hips, and my breath gets lost in my throat with no way out. He drops his gaze between my legs as the air kisses the warm, wet spot between my legs, and a heavy breath escapes him.

“I knew it,” he tsks, dragging his thumbs over the apex of my thighs,so close, and yet not close enough as he smears my arousal, wrings a whimper right from me as I lean back on my hands. “I could smell you the second you walked in here.”

“What do I smell like?” I whisper as he brings one thumb to his mouth, sucking me off him, a sight that makes me absolutely feral.

He dips his head, lips finding the hollow spot in my collarbone before trailing up my neck, to my ear. “You smell like trouble, and you taste like it too. Now get back to bed, before I get myself into a whole fucking pile of it.”

He steps away, watching as I scramble to my feet.

Heady words stop me at the edge of the kitchen.

“And Rosie? If I find you in my kitchen in the middle of the night again, I’m fucking you right there on that counter.”

CHAPTER32

IT’S OCTOBER THIRD

ADAM

“I’m not doingyour TikTok, Carter.”

You wouldn’t believe how often those words are spoken in this dressing room. You’d think most captains would be hyperfocused before the home opener game, maybe even instilling the fear of God into his teammates, but not Carter. No, our captain is so excited for his daughter to see him play tonight, he’s been blaring “My Girl” on repeat, shaking his ass at his cubby, and filming a shitload of content for his TikTok page. He’s been trying to get someone to agree to someMean Girls–inspired video for the last ten minutes, but no one’s biting.

“Why not?” Carter asks Garrett, frowning.

“’Cause I’m trying to get ready for our game.”

“After the game, then?”

“No.”

“But it’sMean Girlsday! This one’s so easy! All you have to do is look at the camera and say the date.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I won’t give you permission to marry my sister unless you do the video.”

“The only permission I need to marry your sister, is your sister’s. Plus, you already told me you’d be happy to call me your brother-in-law since I make Jennie so happy.”

“Ssshhh!” Carter’s gaze darts around the room. “I told you that in confidence!”

“You know he got Ireland a jersey that saysDaddyon the back of it, right?” Jaxon whispers to me. “And Olivia a leather jacket with his number and Mrs. Beckett on it. The man’s obsessed.”

“You know, Jaxon, Carter was a lot like you before he met Olivia. Maybe worse.”

“What’s your point?”

I shrug. “Can’t wait to see how obsessed you turn out to be for the right woman.”

Jaxon stares at me, disgust curling his lips. “Gross. If I ever voluntarily get a woman a jacket that saysMrs. Rileyon it, just kill me. I’ve obviously been possessed.”

I snort a laugh, doing up the straps on my goalie pads.

“Hey, Adam?” Carter calls.

“What’s up?”

“What day is it?”

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