Page 31 of Dirty Pucking Player

Bash steps closer to me, until only a few inches separate me from the heat rolling off him. I flex my hand on his chest. It’s the only thing preventing him from taking this last bit of space between us and obliterating it.

But despite my best efforts, I find myself leaning toward him when I know I should be moving away.

He places a hand on the wall of windows behind me. “Coach…”

I lick my lips, and my focus narrows on his.

“…I’m going to kiss you. If you want me to stop, I suggest you leave now.”

Oh, my God.

Yes.

I should leave now.

Good idea.

The best idea.

The one I should’ve had before I ever got in this position with Bash. Because now that we’re this close, now that I’m practically drowning in his scent, I can’t seem to find the words to tell him to stop.

I can’t seem to find any words.

Stringing syllables together to make words and words together to make sentences is suddenly too much for my brain to handle.

Instead, I stand frozen in place with the gorgeous man who has been driving me absolutely insane since the day he skated onto my ice, staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.

And God, do I want him to.

I want him to make me forget all the bullshit that’s going on between us. Forget the fact that I’m basically his boss, and this is something that can get me fired. I want it all to go away until all that’s left is Bash and me standing together like this and the attraction buzzing between us.

That’s all…

The corner of his mouth tics up when I don’t say anything, and he grasps my wrist and pulls it down to my side as he shifts forward, until the tiny space that had separated us no longer exists.

His warm chest presses against mine. His heart thuds in time with my own, and his free hand comes up and cups my cheek. He brushes his thumb over my quivering lip and leans in until only millimeters separate our mouths.

“I gave you an out here, Coach. You didn’t take it. You have no idea what’s in store for you.”

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BASH

I pounce on her like a starving wolf descending on its quivering prey. My lips meet hers with the same ferocity with which I crash into other players on the ice—full-on, brutally, and with everything I have.

It’s a release of all the tension building between us. A collision of bodies that have been hurtling toward each other since the moment we met. It’s everything I thought it would be, have fantasized it could be, and so much more.

She moans and shifts against me, pressing her tight body to my own and crushing my aching cock between us. The hand I’m holding down at her side presses against my thigh, and her nails dig into the skin there. The sharp sting only serves as a fuel for the fire burning between us. I wrap my arm around her and drag her entire body to mine as she responds to my kiss earnestly, her tongue sliding between my lips and begging for entrance.

Fuck yes!

Greer has finally let down that icy façade she keeps up, allowed it to melt away, even if only for a moment. And I don’t plan on letting it slip away.

I use one hand to angle her head while the fingers of the other dig into her hip, holding her in place because if she keeps grinding against my cock, this is going to go a lot further than I think either of us is prepared to handle at the moment.

God knows, I sure as shit am not ready for any of this.

Greer has crashed into my life in a way I never could have anticipated and managed to use her strength to attack the walls around my heart designed to keep anyone out who might make me care. Anyone who might make me want more. Anyone who might hurt me. Everything she does that should push me away has only driven me closer and made me want her more. I want to prove who and what I am. That I’m not just what I am on the ice and how I appear in the fucking media. That all of this is just…Bash…but Sebastian is so much more.

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