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PUCKING THE TEAM (HOT ICE Book #8) by Lily Harlem
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Steven was an asshole, and I never wanted to see him again. But in front of me was a handsome guy who’d just cared for me in a way no one else had before. A man who was looking at me in a way people rarely did. He didn’t care about my famous face or my awful predicament, he just saw the real me. And that was beyond a turn-on. That was sexy as fuck.
“Thank you,” I said, reaching for his stubbled cheek and cupping it.
“For what?”
“For taking care of me down there and for being here…now.” My heart rate picked up again. A shot of lust burst into my system. He really was gorgeous, and I had just the plan to exorcise my ex from my life.
“Happy to help,” he said, his voice low and husky. He, too, was thinking of sex, I’d bet on it.
“You wanna help some more?” I bit on my bottom lip. Could I be so brazen? It wasn’t my usual MO.
He raised his left eyebrow. “What you thinking?”
“I’m thinking about us fucking. What do you reckon?”
He raised his other eyebrow.
I took that to mean yes and practically threw myself onto him. My mouth connected with his, and I clasped his solid shoulders.
He gave a sharp intake of breath, and for a moment his lips didn’t move.
Panic gripped me. Had I read it all wrong? But then his tongue found mine and his arms were around me again, dragging me close.
Through our clothing, my hard nipples pressed up against his chest. Fuck, he was a good kisser. Expert, in fact.
And then he was lifting me to standing as if I were a feather in his arms. His bulk and strength was a treat after Steven’s leanness, and I reached for his t-shirt, gripping the base and pulling.
He broke the kiss, his lips damp. “Jesus, are you sure?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Yes.” I dragged at his t-shirt, exposing a deliciously hair-coated torso. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
“But you’ve…” The t-shirt went over his head, and I tossed it aside. “Just split—”
“I know, even more reason for me to have a good time, right?”
He stared at me in that intense way of his.
“Fuck the memory of Steven out of me, Dylan.” I paused. “If you think you can, that is.”
I’d obviously said the right thing; he was a guy who was always up for a challenge—I knew that much about him already. His eyes seemed to grow darker, and his mouth hit down on mine.
He was breathing hard and so was I. He hoisted me into the air, and the next thing I knew I was flat on the bed with a big horny hockey player lying over me.
Perfect.
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