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It’s hard to explain, but they’re my weakness, plain and simple. And Rowan Landry is the best of the bunch. Not only is he the best center in the league, but he also has this arrogant, mysterious persona that sucks me in like a riptide in the ocean. His dark hair is a little longer, wavy, and although it’s styled tonight, if you Google him, you’ll see it looking unkempt and like he just got thoroughly fucked in most pictures. I can’t be the only woman who wants to be the one to give him that hairstyle.
“I’m room 1498,” he says. “And?” I arch a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Figured the way you were eye-fucking me earlier, you’d value that piece of information.”
“It’s nice, sure, but if a man wants me, I hope nothing will hold him back. That all he could think about was me until he had me all to himself.” She straightens, and I miss the way her long hair tickled my neck. “Are you suggesting I throw you over my shoulder firefighter-style and carry you to room 1498?” She laughs. “I’d settle for a more subtle exit, but once we’re in the elevator alone, it’d be game on.”
“I’m being polite in abiding by your wishes, but for the next hour, having my mouth between your thighs will be the only thing on my mind.”
She slides her long, tan, toned legs over the edge of the mattress and walks over to me without an ounce of shyness. I wonder if she knows what a turn-on her confidence is.
Women write their numbers or leave notes—stuck up with chewed bubble gum—about how much they love us, how they want to hold our sticks and be our lucky charms.
“She has that look. You know, where everyone thinks they know her.” Alara pulls his attention off me. “No, she doesn’t,” Rowan says. “There’s nothing ordinary about her.”
Tweetie scrunches his eyebrows at Rowan. “Okay, man, you need to tone down the stalker vibes.”
“Oh, Magic doesn’t share. I do, however.” Tweetie winks at me.
“He’s letting you see his neurotic pancake perfection. That’s, like, fourth date shit, man.” Tweetie eyes my plate of pancakes.
I don’t know what’s happening, but this woman has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it.
You busy? The three dots appear immediately, and I walk away from the boutique toward the street. Just finished my morning workout. Be back to my place soon. Horny? Stop saying that, but… You’re horny. It’s okay. You’ll have to ride me. I’m spent. My stomach pitches, wishing I was already riding him. How long? I love this eagerness. Half hour. Meet you there.
No wonder he’s Mr. Heartbreaker because the man was gifted not only with an untouchable amount of skill on the ice, but he’s gorgeous as well. From his defined hard muscles to his sculpted jawline and piercing blue eyes, he’s the epitome of any woman’s dream guy.
Fuck. If I could take a picture right now of the two of us, I’d sleep with it under my pillow every night. Pull it out whenever I needed some happy time with my vibrator.
Tweetie stands in front of the mirror, flexing. He kisses both of his biceps. If I didn’t know the guy, I’d probably hate him. But he’s joking, and he’s been a great friend and teammate to me so far.
“When I’m with you, I forget who I am to the outside world. I’m just a guy who met a girl that he can’t stop thinking about all the time. Then I get reminded of how you might think of me, and I’m not sure…shit, just forget what I said.”
I’ve never done that with anyone. But Leigh seems to be breaking all my rules.
I let go of the breath I was holding, wondering if she was right the first night I met her—maybe she will be the one to break my heart.
God, she’s ruining me, and I’m just letting her do it, but the last thing I want to do is walk away from this.
I take a moment while her eyes are closed and she doesn’t know I’m looking at her to admire her beauty and the fact that she’s kind of mine. I mean, I don’t think she’s seeing anyone else. Or fucking anyone else.
The sex is off the charts, but deep down, I want more than just her body. I want the part of her she’s closed off from me. I want to be the one to take care of her wounds and heal her scars. And that just complicates things. The question is, does she like complicated?
My fingers slide between the gap in the fabric, and I rip open his shirt, buttons flinging in all different directions. His fingertips flex against my skin. He steps back, and I inch forward, not wanting his lips off mine. “Fuck, that was hot.” He stares down at me, and I run my fingertips down his impressive chest.
“What the hell?” Rowan pushes Conor back by the chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Conor stumbles but recovers like the athlete he is. “Me? You’re the one fucking my sister!”
“Oh, snap!” Tweetie says with glee. “And the sidewalk show goes from Chicago Fire to the Maury Povich Show. You are the sister!” Jesus, does this guy ever shut up?
I’m not only torturing myself, but her too. At least I think I’m torturing her, but I won’t know until I see her. I’ve pushed past fear my entire life. Fear of coming out from under the bed or the kitchen table. Fear of standing up to him. Fear of not being good enough to make the top league in my area. Fear of not getting a scholarship to college to play. Fear of not getting into the league. Fear of not coming through for my team. Fear isn’t some new emotion, and it’s never stopped me before. Ever.
“It’s you, Rowan. Your humor, your kindness, your supportive nature, it’s all of you. The entire Rowan Landry package.” He opens his mouth, but I put up my hand. “No, I purposely used your full name because being a hockey player is a part of you, and I lo…like him too.”
He shakes his head then presses his lips to mine and pulls back. “I love you, Kyleigh Nilsen. Will you be my girlfriend?”
His gaze floats up to mine. “You snuck up on me.” “You did, too. At a time when I didn’t believe in love or forevers.” He kisses my forehead. “You’re the best surprise of my life.”
I eat my popcorn, hoping I’m here before the warm-ups. Rowan does this one stretch where he thrusts his hips that I love to watch.
We’ll face problems like any couple, but I’ll always be a united front with her. She’s found the man inside me I didn’t know was hidden, and I’m grateful for that because without her, I’m not sure he would have ever surfaced.
