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

by Chelsea Curto

“When I said green, I meant that exact shade. You in that outfit, really.” His cheeks are flushed, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “No other variation is ever going to do.”

She’s so soft, and when she kisses the corner of my mouth, I whimper. It’s torture—hell on earth—but when she huffs out a laugh at my patheticness and kisses me fully, I’m a lost cause.

Nice. I don’t want her to feel nice. I want her to feel like she’s on top of the damn world. Like she’s never experienced something so good, and I want to be the one to get her there.

I’m going straight to hell, but I can’t find it in myself to care. I’d rather be a sinner with her than a saint with anyone else.

I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want her again in an hour and in a month down the road. I want her body and her soul, and I’d get on my knees and beg until I had them.

“Maddie.” Hudson smiles. Brushes his thumbs along my ribs and drums his fingers against my skin. “This right here—being with you? Touching you? Breathing the same air as you?—is good enough for me. Everything else is a bonus.”

“Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.”