Sleet Kitten (Sleet, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

I am in so much trouble with this girl. I finally got my lips firmly pressed to hers, for all of about five seconds, and it was more intense than I had imagined. I didn’t even get a chance to properly taste her, but the feel of her lips will forever be burned into my memory.

“Sweet dreams, Kitten.” Releasing me, he steps back. “I want to hear that door lock before I leave.”

I love playing hockey and spending time with my family, but this - goofing around on the ice with Kitten - this is my new happy place.

“You have to stop being so fucking perfect, Kitten. I’m trying to make it through this day in a civilized manner. I’m doing my best to resist the urge of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you back home. But if I’m going to succeed, you need to stop saying all the right things, making all the right sounds, and looking at me like I hung the damn moon. We have this place, then dinner, then I’m taking you home. Not a moment before. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”

branding you as mine. You’ll take them, you’ll wear them, and you’ll be fucking happy about it. Nod if you understand me.”