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“Kane, thisisn’t-”

“Go to sleep.” I place my heavy arm over her, locking her inplace.

“You’re going to suffocate me.” She’s still trying to put up a fight, even though we both know I’ve already won. But I expect nothing less fromher.

Slowly, I feel the tension release from her, and she melts against me. Soft and warm. She yawns, and I smile. I press my lips against her bare shoulder, listening to the sounds of her breathing as she driftsoff.

“You’re kind of ruining your bad boy vibe right now.” Her voice is filled with sleep, but even in her exhaustion she taunts me. “Who would’ve guessed Kane Madden was acuddler?”

I’m not. Never have been. Never allowed a woman to stay the night, or even in my bed. But with Brynne, I never want her toleave.

Chapter 18

Brynne

Wrappedin a cocoon of hard muscle, I don’t want to wake up. Kane’s warm breath is on my neck, and his morning wood pressed into my backside. He murmurs in his sleep, tightening his hold, and I can’t help butsmile.

But this isbad.

Reallybad.

I roll slightly, peeling his fingers away, which causes him to grumble and turn on his back, placing one forearm over his face. The blankets move with him, exposing his hard, muscular chest, defined abs, and the soft line of hair that trails under thecovers.

Dark stubble shadows his jaw, and I itch to run my palm overit.

“You like watching me sleep, Jacobs?” His deep voice makes me jump, and heat creeps into mycheeks.

Exposed.

“Just trying to figure out how someone, even your size, can snore thatloudly.”

He drops his arm, a grin tugging at his lips, as his sleepy gaze rests on me. “I don’tsnore.”

No. He doesn’t. But I’m not going to admitit.

“Like a bear,” I say, shifting away fromhim.

But before I have a chance to get away, he tackles me. His weight presses my back into the mattress as his thick thigh spreads mine. His erection digs into my leg and I can’t help but let out a small whimper ofarousal.

He doesn’t play fair. But then, he never has. On or off the ice, he’sruthless.

“Take it back,” he growls into myear.

“You snore, Madden,” I try to keep my tone cool, collected, but even I can hear the desire that burns under the surface of the words, begging him to do something aboutit.

“No.” He nips at my ear. “I.” His scruff brushes against my jaw. “Don’t.”

I open my mouth to argue, but his kiss stops me, stealing any fight I haveleft.

Lost.

That’s how I feel when he touchesme.

Consumed.

Fully andcompletely.

No thoughts occupy my brain, because my senses have taken over. Basic primal urges that leave no space for rationalthought.

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