Pick Six (Seattle Phantom Football #1)

by Maggie Rawdon

Harper’s too distracted to notice I’m here and my jaw is about to hit the fucking floor. Because my girl looks fucking stunning.

“You’re seeing what you want to see then. Because the only person I’ve been looking at or thinking about all night is you.”

“No, Saint.” I close the distance between us. “I mean all I can think about is you. How you taste. How you felt. The other night… The way you kissed me that night—we both know that wasn’t practice. The way you look in this fucking dress…”

I want him, and he should be mine.

“I swear I’ll fuck you right, Saint,” he whispers the words against my skin. “Any fucking way you want. You just say the words.”

“I want you, so fucking much, Saint.”

“Oh fuck me, you’re such a good fucking girl. I knew you would be.”

“You’re gorgeous, Saint. I hope you know that. In that dress tonight. On this counter like this…”

“I’m not pretending with you anymore. I want you, nothing fake anymore. I want you to be mine.”