“Are you usually an affectionate person?” I ask coolly. “Tremendously.” Oh, sweet heavens. Now my cheeks are heating. “So we’re going to have to—” “Touch. A lot,” he cuts in. A warmth fills his blue eyes, a warmth that wasn’t there before. No wonder puck bunnies throw themselves at him. He’s a giant teddy bear stuffed into the body of a six-foot-four, six-pack hockey god.
