Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.”

“Fuck, I’ve had this song stuck on repeat for the last week. Do you like John Mayer?” My hands skim his broad shoulders, grazing the knotted muscles that ripple beneath the surface, and I run a palm up the nape of his neck, a strong desire to twine my fingers in the chestnut waves peeking out from his toque. “I love him.”

Not john mayer.... Anyone but him

“I like when you smile,” he murmurs. “And laugh. It makes me want to smile too.”

You can have anybody you want, Carter.” His laugh is hollow, long fingers skimming the sharp angle of his jaw. “I can’t, clearly.” He gestures at me with a sweeping hand. “Because what I want is you.”

“You can’t kiss my date at midnight!” “For God’s sake, Carter, this isn’t a date.” “You can’t kiss my not-a-real-date-but-actually-is-a-real-date at midnight!”

“But I can tell you honestly if I only had sex with people I cared about, I’d be losing my virginity tonight at the age of twenty-seven.”

“I’m gonna love you the way you deserve to be loved every single day for the rest of your life and my life. I promise.”

My home is wherever Olivia is.

“Forever started the second you said yes on midnight all those months ago, the second my lips met yours for the first time. I have every intention of spending the rest of my life the way the year started, with me loving on every bit of your sassy little body. Everything begins and ends with you and me and the way you make my heart pump wildly and my stomach do flippy-floppies.”