Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

She laughs and pulls out the trays one by one. “Stop being so damn impatient.” “They’re cookies,” I draw out. “How can you not be impatient?” Madeline picks one up off the pan and blows on it. She holds it my way, and her lips pull up into a coy smirk. “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. “Delicious,” I say, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I’m glad you like it,” she answers. When she touches her thumb to the corner of my mouth to wipe away a crumb, I have to hold onto the counter. “I hope you’ll be around to open presents with us tomorrow.” “Would that be okay? I don’t want to take away from what y’all have planned.” “Lucy wants you there.” Her eyes meet mine, and her smile is soft. “And so do I.” “Then that’s where I’ll be.”