Page 135 of Puck Me Secretly

I wrapped my arms around his neck and put everything I had in my kiss. We kissed until my head swooned. He pulled back and winced.

“What?”

He shifted under me. “My protective gear doesn’t go well with a hard-on.”

I laughed again. Max had that effect on me. I felt happy when I was with him. “I can get off.”

He held me in place. “Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?”

“That you want this tocontinue?”

I stared into those blue eyes I had grown to love. My voice was soft. “Yes. Every word.”

He responded by kissing me breathless. He rested his forehead against mine. “Still on for tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.”

“You’re dirty.”

He laughed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

I traced my fingers over the butterfly bandage on his brow. “Are you okay?”

He shrugged, indifferent. “I have a hard head.”

“Please be careful out there.”

“You going to let me play the last period?”

“You promise not to get hurt?”

“I can handle them.”

“Make it to our date in one piece, please.”

The siren sounded, signaling the end of the second period. I scrambled off his lap, bending down to kiss him hard on the lips. “See you later.”

I could feel his blue eyes follow my ass as I walked out of the room.

I stoodin the box and looked down at the Zamboni cleaning the ice. We were down 4-1, which was an impossible score to come back from. Dad moved to stand beside me.

“How was Logan?”

“Resistant.”

“We’re down 3 points,” he sounded sour.

“Well, perhaps we should protect the one person on the ice who actually can beat these assholes instead of making him a sitting duck.”

“I told you…”

“Dad,” I stopped and turned to look at him. “Sometimes you’re wrong.”

His eyes widened, but to his credit, he didn’t speak.

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