Playing for Keeps (Hot Jocks, #1)

by Kendall Ryan

“I remember, okay? All of it. Every whimper, every moan, every pant. How perfectly we moved together. How you taste, how your body felt around mine, how soft you felt beneath me. Shit, I remember every-fucking-thing. And I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” His voice is so desperate and gravelly, it pierces straight through my heart.

It’s disorienting being the focus of all his attention. No wonder his opponents get distracted on the ice.