“Want a taste, hockey guy?” Fuck, do I ever. “Yes.” I swallow. “Please.” She hums and brings the cookie to my mouth. I open my lips and she feeds me the bite, tossing me a full smile when I sigh. “What do you think?” I lick my lips and wrap my fingers around her wrist. Her breathing hitches when I tilt my head to the side and take the rest of the cookie in my mouth. My tongue brushes against the tip of her finger, and I swallow. I know I’m playing with fire, but for once, I don’t give a damn.
