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Rookies Season Excerpt
Coming November 4th!
“Good tongue. Good hands. Anything else you’re good at?” I ask lightly as I take the cherry, biting off the fruit and dropping the stem on the bar.
I don’t even mean it like that. Or hell, maybe I do.
Because when Ryan’s eyes glint, it lights something up in me.
“You want to find out?” His voice is playful and a little rough, as if the idea of me finding out exactly how good he is turns him on.
Heat floods me.
How long has it been since I’ve hooked up with someone?
This year has been crazy with the team’s success. I’ve worked a wild number of hours. The idea of one wild night with the hottest rookie in basketball is a tempting fantasy.
Except it could get complicated.
It won’t, I insist. It’s only physical.
Ryan sways toward me, or maybe it only feels that way.
We both look down. My hand’s fisted in the front of his sweater, and I have no damn clue how that happened. Somehow my knees have slipped farther apart, my skirt halfway up my thighs now.
My next inhale is shallow, the air rough in my throat.
The music changes to a sultry track.
I’ve flirted with the idea of hooking up with players. Even done it a couple of times. But one time, I let myself get in too deep, and it burned me.
Now, I have a rule: no hooking up with someone as central to my business as a member of the Kodiaks’ starting five.
This bar is the team, and while sex is only sex, it’s a bad fucking idea to imagine it with him.
“It’s a bad idea,” I murmur.
“Probably,” he agrees.
I inch closer to the edge of the bar. Ryan’s hand finds my knee, and the lightest pressure of his thumb just inside has my body lighting up.
“But it is Christmas,” I add under my breath.
“Mistletoe and all.” His nose bumps mine as he nods.
Heat crackles between us. I want him so badly I can taste him.
It’s only one night. That vow has me teetering on the edge.
“All right, Rookie. Show me what you’ve got.”
“Good tongue. Good hands. Anything else you’re good at?” I ask lightly as I take the cherry, biting off the fruit and dropping the stem on the bar.
I don’t even mean it like that. Or hell, maybe I do.
Because when Ryan’s eyes glint, it lights something up in me.
“You want to find out?” His voice is playful and a little rough, as if the idea of me finding out exactly how good he is turns him on.
Heat floods me.
How long has it been since I’ve hooked up with someone?
This year has been crazy with the team’s success. I’ve worked a wild number of hours. The idea of one wild night with the hottest rookie in basketball is a tempting fantasy.
Except it could get complicated.
It won’t, I insist. It’s only physical.
Ryan sways toward me, or maybe it only feels that way.
We both look down. My hand’s fisted in the front of his sweater, and I have no damn clue how that happened. Somehow my knees have slipped farther apart, my skirt halfway up my thighs now.
My next inhale is shallow, the air rough in my throat.
The music changes to a sultry track.
I’ve flirted with the idea of hooking up with players. Even done it a couple of times. But one time, I let myself get in too deep, and it burned me.
Now, I have a rule: no hooking up with someone as central to my business as a member of the Kodiaks’ starting five.
This bar is the team, and while sex is only sex, it’s a bad fucking idea to imagine it with him.
“It’s a bad idea,” I murmur.
“Probably,” he agrees.
I inch closer to the edge of the bar. Ryan’s hand finds my knee, and the lightest pressure of his thumb just inside has my body lighting up.
“But it is Christmas,” I add under my breath.
“Mistletoe and all.” His nose bumps mine as he nods.
Heat crackles between us. I want him so badly I can taste him.
It’s only one night. That vow has me teetering on the edge.
“All right, Rookie. Show me what you’ve got.”
