Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

Go find someone else to take for breakfast.” Well, that won’t do. The breakfast offer was exclusive to her. “But I want you,” I whine playfully, catching her hand in mine. It’s soft and warm, tiny, mine swallowing hers right up. “I can’t take my eyes off you, you’re hockey-literate, you’ve told me to go fuck myself in at least three roundabout ways, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone.” She steps closer, and my pulse spikes. Her fingertips dance up my arm, brush across my jaw. Her face lifts at the same time mine drops, and the fire in her gaze holds all the promise of one hell of an unforgettable night. “Has anyone ever been able to tell you no?” she asks on a whisper. My chest puffs with pride. “Never.” She grins, and Christ, it’s a glorious sight. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”