Page 119 of Hockey Halloween
His laugh warms me to my core. “Since you’re having a hard time wrapping your mind around the concept of a compliment, allow me to be of further assistance.”
If that announcement didn’t fully grab my attention, Tristan’s finger tipping my chin up does it. Suddenly, the world is made of hazel eyes and thick lashes and tempting mojitos.
“I’m about to giveyoua compliment.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, thumb lingering on the sensitive skin behind my earlobe. “I love this badass outfit. If you were my teacher, I don’t think I could focus on anything, you’re so fucking pretty. You say the nuttiest, funniest things, and you smell great all the damn time.”
I make an effort to swallow in order to avoid drooling.
“That’s more than one compliment.”
“And so good at counting, too.”
My amused snort surprises both of us. “I smell good all the time? Even when I’m sweating?” Iamsweating buckets right now. How can I not, when my blood is on fire?
He shrugs. “Actually, yeah.”
I’m transported back to our kiss. The one that meant nothing.Except that’s not quite true, is it? I had felt something then, and—heaven help me—Tristan’s effect on me remains mysteriously potent.
“You’re making me very self-conscious with this line of conversation.”
“You started it,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against my ear.
“What exactly did I start?”
Tristan shifts so our mouths are barely an inch apart.
“This.”
Tristan
We kiss.
Her nails dig into my neck and her breasts crush against my body. We clamor wildly, hands greedy. It’s a beautiful contrast to the soft lips that welcome me. Our tongues tangle without restraint.
I am kissing Ligaya Torres, and she’s kissing me back.
If you told me this morning that she would let metouchher, never mind kiss her, I’d call you a liar.
Now? I can’t imaginenotkissing her.
I get a handful of her ass and yank her up so her legs wrap around my waist. She presses against my arousal. Grinding our hips to the rhythm of our kiss, I lose my mind a little. Pinning her against the wall with my groin while tasting the smooth column of her neck, I have to hold back before going too far. In response to me pulling away, Ligaya’s hips tilt to seek more friction.
“Greedy girl,” I say admiringly. “I like it.”
“I don’t care what you like,” she says before giving my lower lip a nip with her teeth. It’s playful and sexy and I want her to do it again.
“Should I stop?” I ask shakily, her silky soft lips brushing againstmine. She’ll have to say it outright, because I definitely want to keep going.
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses.
My thumb rubs over a pebbled nipple as I suck on her bottom lip.
She’s managed to remove her glasses. No idea where they ended up, but the effect is that her deep, brown eyes fill my vision. They are glazed and unfocused, lashes fluttering.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I state accusingly before diving in for another kiss. Deeper, hungrier, harder. She kisses me with equal passion, tugging my shirt’s hem so she can slip under to touch my skin.
I’m about to rip my shirt off when the doorknob rattles.
We freeze.
