Poetry On Ice (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Jesse H. Reign

“Decker.” He said it softly, as though that made it better. As though that made it less real. Less scary. “Tell me I’m pretty.” I lost it. I fucking lost it.

I know exactly what this is too—sexual attraction. I don’t want to be him. I want to do him. And more to the point, I want him to do me.

“McGuire,” he growls, “don’t be a slut.”

“Does that mean I get to blow you whenever I want now?” “No.” A slow, sultry puff of air is released in my direction. There’s ice in his voice. Fire too. “It means you get to blow me whenever I want.”

If he needs to sit on something that badly, he can sit on my fucking face.

“I love you too, Princess. I tried not to fall for you. I really did. But I couldn’t help it.”