Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

“Say something,” I blurt, mortified by the outburst. “What?” He kisses my knee then sucks on the skin, a spot I didn’t know I liked being touched but absolutely love. “What do you want me to say?” “I like being talked to. Being⁠—” “Praised. You like being told you’re good, don’t you, Lexi?” His touch turns rougher, possessive. “You might be strong and independent, but at the end of the day, you want to know you’re taking me so fucking well.”