Dirty Secret (Slayers Hockey, #1)

by Mira Lyn Kelly

“Okay, there was a guy from a while back that sort of resurfaced lately, but it’s not going anywhere. Heck, it didn’t really go anywhere the first time either. But definitely not now.” “Definitely?” And great, why did I think Julia would let that go? “And you’re right, this isn’t really something I want Greg to know about. For real.” I tear my eyes away from where Vaughn is stretching out his legs, talking with O’Brian. He turns his head, looking out over the crowd, and my heart stalls… until he skips right past me. “He’s not my type. At least not for anything long term.” Julia turns in her seat. “And in the short term?” The short term was beyond any fantasy I could have conjured. It was so perfectly incredible, it physically hurt to walk away. Reluctantly, my attention drifts back to Vaughn. Powerful and focused. That firm mouth and strong jaw. The eyes that look harder and colder than the ice beneath him. Only I’ve seen them melt. I’ve seen them burn. I remember what is was like having all that intensity focused on me. Those powerful muscles holding me like I weighed nothing. His mouth at my ear. “Allie, I need to hear you come.” Lower. “I need to taste it.” I blink and suddenly it’s there. Eye contact. Vaughn’s impenetrable stare meeting mine like somehow he heard my thoughts.