In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

Warmth sweeps over me when he smiles, but when he gives me those words, it’s like I can’t breathe. “Yours?” My voice is shaky. I swallow and shut my eyes. “Yeah, you taste exactly—” His tongue flattens against me and he licks again. “Like mine.”

“You still taste like mine.” Her back hardens and eyes glisten. “Don’t say—” “You’ve always been mine, Raleigh.”

Me: You’re shaking up my life. Barrett: That’s how I felt the night I met you.