Page 53 of Breakaway

Jase groaned.

Remi sat in her living room Monday night, papers spread out around her as she marked social studies projects. But her mind kept wandering back to Jase.

Earlier, she’d done a little additional research. About Jase. Google brought up a treasure trove of information—personal information with oodles of photos of him, including sexy photos of him shirtless, advertising for a brand of hockey equipment and aftershave, and many, many photos of Jase and Brianne. Not to mention older photos of Jase and other women. Lots of other women. But he and Brianne had apparently been together for two years.

That was a long time. What had happened?

There were articles about his family—the new “first family” of hockey with three brothers in the NHL and the fourth brother a top draft pick although he now played for a farm team. He’d be in the NHL too, one day.

She also found lots of stats on goals and penalty minutes and things she didn’t understand and salary information and—holy crap! Jase made nearly six million dollars last year! She actually felt nauseous when she read that.

No wonder he thought women were after his money.

With a sick feeling in her stomach, she dropped her pen and leaned back into the couch. She wished she hadn’t found that out.She did not want to know how much money he made. If she didn’t know, he couldn’t think she was after his money like every other woman. Because she wasn’t. Hell, she wasn’t even after him. They were just playing around. Having fun.

She felt unreasonably annoyed, irritation like a persistent itch, at the things she’d discovered on Google. He was rich. Famous. Talented.

Except the last two days she’d actually missed him. Missed him with an aching intensity deep inside that scared the crap out of her. Because she wasn’t supposed to be getting emotionally involved. Especially with someone like Jase.

Her annoyance rose, now at herself for missing him when he so clearly out of her league.

God, if Darryl had thought she was boring, what on earth was Jase doing with her?

Besides having phone sex.

Sweet loving lord. She pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d done a few things lately with Jase that she never would have thought of doing before. What was happening to her?

Her doorbell startled her into a straight up position and she blinked, then got to her feet.

Jase stood on her doorstep.

Her heart expanded, softened, accelerated. She opened the door to him.

“Hi.” His smile crinkled his eyes and made her melt.

“Hi.”

And then they were in each other’s arms, kissing frantically. Her arms slid under his leather jacket, finding warm male muscles beneath his cotton shirt. He hoisted her up against him, feet dangling, and kissed her until the room spun around her.

He lowered her to her feet and she clutched his arms to keep herself from falling. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” His eyes sparkled. “What are you doing?”

“Marking projects.” She led the way into her living room andgrimaced at the sight of all the papers everywhere. “Uh…sorry about the mess.”

He shrugged. “No biggie. You saw my apartment.”

“Oh, yeah.” She grinned as she picked up papers and piled them on the table, remembering the chaos she’d only noticed as they’d been leaving his place.

Jase sat on the couch and she sat beside him, but he immediately picked her up and set her on his lap and kissed her again, long, deep, kisses.

Her skin tingled and her breasts swelled. She ached between her legs and pressed into him, until sanity intruded into her lust-fogged brain and she drew back.

“Jase.” She put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath her palm. “What are we doing here?”

“Making out.” He nuzzled her neck.

She pushed on his chest. He was like a frickin’ wall.

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