Page 79 of Play Maker

“Got a thing for long sticks and hard balls?” I quipped.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jace replied while giving me a lusty once-over. “I can chalk your cue with an expert hand.”

“Cheesy, but cute,” I chuckled as I stared into his eyes.

Cute? I don’t think I’ve ever used that word in my life.

He stepped closer, our hips colliding, the tension that always simmered between us suddenly igniting.

Then he snuck his hand around to pat my ass. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“If you’re going to grab my ass, do it right,” I insisted. “Don’t tease.”

“We’re in public.”

“We’re in a stairwell, alone,” I reminded him, feeling reckless, wanting more. “Touch me like you mean it.”

I called his bluff because Jace gripped my ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed tight. Oh fuck, I loved that. A dirty moan rumbled out of my chest and the sound echoed in the silence. Then he pushed me against the wall, and I grunted when my back hit cement. Not because it hurt but because the manhandling caught me off guard. In the very best way. It was unexpected but incredibly hot. I’d never been wanted like this before. And having Jace take control was something I didn’t know I needed. Until I did.

His wicked slapshot stunned goalies without warning.

And suddenlyIwas the one standing in the net.

It turned out, my feelings weren’t complicated or confusing. And it wasn’t just that I was bisexual.

It was simple. I neededhim.

Reaching up, I cupped his face, sinking into pleasure as he kissed me languidly, deeply, so deep that we both groaned when his tongue tangled with mine. He tasted so good, sexy and sweet.

I didn’t want to stop. Please, fuck, never stop.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered.

“Me? It’s you.”

“It’s us.”

Jace shuddered, closing his eyes.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and he blinked, meeting my gaze. “You like that. You want me. Only me.”

“Stop talking,” he growled, but I shook my head.

I couldn’t help but smile at his put-out tone. I was right. My instincts were spot-on. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. One night wasn’t a fluke.

And when he took my lips again, hard, possessive, I knew it. But I needed to hear it.

“Jace.”

A sudden bang interrupted the moment and had us jumping apart.

It was probably a door slamming shut on another floor, but still. Getting caught like this wasn’t a smart idea. Not until we figured out what the fuck we were doing.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jace whispered as he licked his lips. “I think we need a cool down.”

It took every ounce of control I had to stay calm and not reach for him. But he was right.

“You still want to play pool?” I asked, and he nodded. “Loser buys dinner?”

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