Page 239 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Are you joking?” he asks incredulously. “Don’t you think that if that were going to happen, it would have by now? It’s been years, Parker. Yeeears, and I’m still obsessed with you.”
I fight my smile as my heart expands in my chest.
“You’re obsessed with me?” I ask innocently.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Since when?”
“I dunno exactly. Since I was like, fourteen.”
I balk. “Fourteen? But that was ten years ago,” I point out, in case he hasn’t done the math.
“Trust me, I know how long it’s been.”
I blink as his words settle within me.
Obsessed with me.
For ten years.
How?
How didn’t I know?
Why didn’t I know?
“B-but—” My words are cut off when he presses two fingers to my lips.
“Can we talk about this later? I’ve got a more pressing issue I’d like to take care of.”
I rear back. How can he go from telling me that he’s been obsessed with me for ten years to telling me he’s got something more important to be doing?
That doesn’t make any sen?—
His lips crash against mine, and he makes the most of my parted lips by sweeping his tongue past them.
“Oh god,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck and dragging him closer.
This is what he meant.
This is more important.
Stretching up on my toes, I allow myself to be swept away by him.
His hands start at my waist, and I groan when he lifts them and drags his thumbs across the underside of my breasts. They’re heavy and desperate for him. I arch, hoping for more, but he moves in the opposite direction, skimming over my hips.
“Yes,” I cry into his kiss as he grabs my ass and pins me against his body. The length of his hard cock is more than obvious against my thigh.
Heat surges south, desire unfurling in my lower stomach.
“More.” The plea falls from my lips without thought.
The second he hears it, his hands drop to my thighs, and he lifts me from the floor.
My grip on him tightens until he lowers my ass to the counter. I gasp at the coldness of the granite against my ass. But the second he spreads my thighs and steps between them, thoughts of anything but him vanish.
His hands are everywhere as our kiss turns wild.
