Skate the Line (Blue Devils Hockey, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

She’s alluring. I bet she tastes like honey. My throat bobs. That was a wild thought.

Khoroshaya devochka. I freeze at the explicit vision that fills my head. Did I just call her “good girl” in Russian?

Are we having a moment? My mouth runs dry when I see more snowflakes land in her hair. She’s so damn beautiful. I’ve never felt a sense of warmth while beneath falling snowflakes, but leave it to her warm, honey-colored eyes to do just that.

I silently beg her. Run, malyshka. There I go again, calling her a name in Russian. Baby.

I cannot go to her room. I’m about to handcuff myself to the bed.

“And if you lie in my bed tonight to watch the game, do me a favor.” Oh god. “Don’t wash the sheets. I like them smelling like sunshine.”

I have my Sunshine at my mercy, and I swear the sun has touched my soul.

He flicks his gaze to me, and my heart flips. “You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.”

His gaze lazily makes its way down my body, and butterflies fill my stomach. “Because trust me, Sunshine.” He pins me with a dark look. “I will come begging.”

We can call it whatever the fuck we want, but the truth still stands: Whenever she wants to use me, I’m hers.

Our gazes crash, and I feel her everywhere. She’s digging her sweet self into my bones, and I know another woman will never match her.

A slow smile creeps on my face. “I think I’m going to keep you, Sunny Edwards.” Her quiet laugh is music to my ears. “Oh, yeah? For how long?” I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “For forever.”

“I’ll give you a baby, Solnushka.” Sunny’s white teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I want to kiss her so bad. “But first you’ve gotta marry me,” I add.