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endless sleeves of black tattoos covering his veiny forearms catch my attention next as he grabs the baseball cap covering his ashy-brown hair. He removes it only to run his fingers through the messy locks before slapping it back on, his biceps flexing. The simple act shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but my panties grow wet despite that fact.
“Do you always check out guys like that, or was that just for me?” Oakley whispers a beat later. His words caress my skin in ways I should hate.
“I have too much going on in my life to be chasing girls. I enjoy your company. I did three months ago, and I still do just as much right now. You don’t look at me with dollar signs in your eyes. And you don’t give a shit about my future and what I might give you in a few years. That’s why I’m here with you.”
Two dimples pop in his cheeks when he grins, and my stomach tightens in response. Oh boy, he’s hot
“There’s something loose in your brains. A few missing screws, maybe. I think that’s a more acceptable probability.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “You enjoy picking on me, don’t you? I think I like that about you.” “That’s good, because I wasn’t planning on stopping.” “And there it is, that quick return I’ve also grown to enjoy.”
“Yeah, you frazzle me too. It’s like you have a point to prove or something by stomping all over everything I think I know about hockey players.” “You’re only partially right. I don’t care what you think about anyone else, just what you think about me.”
“I’ll be screaming your name in the stands,” I breathe. His grin is pure sin. “Go crazy, baby. It’ll be good practice for later. See you soon.”
“You brought flowers?” I clear my throat and shift on my feet in an attempt to release the pressure my jeans are creating on my new erection. “Daisies,” I reply.
“Good girl. Now, let me eat.”
This isn’t soft or gentle. It’s intense and overwhelmingly intoxicating. She’s giving everything to me, and I’m taking just as much as I’m giving back. This girl is my world, my sun and fucking stars. She has me—all of me—in the palm of her hands, and I don’t think she even realizes it.
