Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

“You do make a very pretty pig,”

didn’t have to study him long to note that his usually messy hair was tamed tonight, styled in a sleek wave that accented the lines and edges of his handsome face. Those cheekbones were enough to make a poet dedicate their life’s work to him. Coupled with his thick lashes and lips that always remained in a rich boy pout, Vince was impossible not to find delectable. Those attracted to the male variety went especially apeshit over the little scar on his right eyebrow, the one that gave that pretty face just enough edge to make

you wonder if he’d tie you up in bed.

But that was the infuriating truth, wasn’t it? Any woman who wasn’t smiling and laughing and being amicably pleasant was a bitch. I wore the insult with pride.

I’d never fought so hard not to roll my eyes in my life.

And the hottest one, too.

I just nodded with a smile of my own. Interesting, indeed.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,”

❤️❤️❤️

“Just pretend like I’m not here.” “Easier said than done when you look like that.”

Then, his eyes found me. I had about fifteen seconds left in the story clip as he skated toward me, his face coming into view more and more. And with his mouth slightly parted and a grin curling on his lips, he pointed at my phone with his glove. And the motherfucker winked.

“Nice shot out there.” “I did it just for you.” “Mm-hmm.”

“Looks like you’re a little cold

He was already hobbling toward the locker room on his skates when I glanced down, immediately mortified to find my nipples so hard they were distinctly visible through my top. I had dressed for a hot Florida day, not an ice rink. Idiot

“And I’d suggest you pack something a little warmer,” he added with a wry grin as he turned toward the locker room. “Boston is cold as hell.”

“Sure thing, Pidge,” Jaxson said. “We won’t rag on your girl.” “Don’t hit on her, either,” I threatened, chest puffing a little when he called Maven my girl. She was nowhere near that, but I liked the thought of establishing that claim even when I didn’t have the right to.

“What’s your nickname?” “Mr. King.” She frowned. “Why?” “Because when we get married, I already know you’re too independent to take my last name, so I guess I’ll have to take yours.”

“You can call me whatever you want to. Just make sure you like the name you pick.” I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice. “I have a feeling you’ll be saying it a lot. Maybe in different decibels, too. Might want to try screaming it loud and high-pitched, just to make sure it feels right.”

Tell Vince I said he’s a pussy. That last one was from Jaxson Brittain, which made me laugh.

Hockey players had the best asses in the entire world.

“If only you had something better to do with this smart mouth of yours.”

Livia: Ohhhh, girl. You are in trouble. Me: What? What happened? Livia: They just showed that whole exchange between you and Vince on TV, that’s what happened. I swallowed.

Good Morning to Me

had not expected it to be erotic. But there was no better word for it. Watching this beast of an athlete work with something so fragile and delicate with his massive, calloused hands was sexy as hell.

“I like it when you’re bossy,”

“I love that face, by the way,” he said, glancing at where I was still frozen in place. “The one you make when you realize you’ve met your match.”

Sonofabitch.

She was so gorgeous it hurt.

And then I left. The bathroom, the restaurant, and her.

Ostie est vrm conne

“I’ve had enough of that fucking mouth of yours,” he husked. And then he kissed me.

“You have me so fucked up, Maven. Every waking hour, every waking minute of my life is wrecked by thoughts of you.”

“You are so deep-seated in my mind, in my being. I will never be rid of you.”

It was all-consuming, that kiss — his hands completely destroying my blowout, his mouth completely destroying my lipstick. Him, completely destroying me

“I don’t want to do this,” he choked, Adam’s apple bobbing hard with the admission. “I don’t want to play these fucking games with you. I don’t want to be in pain when I see you with one of my teammates because I don’t have the assurance that you’re mine, and I don’t want to try to make you jealous with some random fucking girl I don’t even know. This isn’t who I am, but it’s who you make me because I’m fucking crazy for you.”

Say Please

She was such a good fucking girl.

Mave.”

“Do you want to die tonight?” I asked him. He just laughed, holding his hands up in surrender while he and Jaxson exchanged looks.

“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Especially after the embarrassing amount of times you’ve seen me dance.” Maven seemed as surprised

“BREAK SHIT, BITCH.”

go. Get. Your. Man.

“I’ll take that,” I said, swiping the hat off her head. I placed it backward on my own, and then I swept her into my arms and kissed her. It was the deepest

Leah,

Yet.

He bit his lip on a moan. “God, that is such a turn on. Say it again.”

“Who do I have to kill?”