I used to be a puck
bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey.
Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate
Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s
deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless
to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player
is my new math tutor.
I can’t stop
thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun
it’d be to cross lines with him.
I kissed a hockey
player and I liked it.
and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.
peeled off his shirt.
groove of his sweat-glistened skin.
grabbed my hand. “Last machine. I’m not sure you can handle it, though.”
as comebacks went, not my best, but I mentioned he was shirtless and crazy
that rested at shin-height with his legs.
I was starting to think I wouldn’t be
able to handle it. He pulled me toward him, and I had no choice but to run my
shins into the weights or to straddle the machine. I chose straddling, but kept
space between us like I had earlier.
steady clink of the weights filling the air. Ryder’s eyes remained locked on
mine, and energy crackled in the air between us. He sat up enough to run his
hands up my thighs.
fingertips skimmed the skin between my pants and shirt and desire danced across
my nerve endings. Still our eyes remained
fixed on each other, and I wasn’t sure I was taking in oxygen anymore.
I’d be in trouble. But fighting my attraction to him was exhausting and the
ache that’d formed between my thighs grew more persistent, drowning out silly
things like common sense.
the weights again, and then he brushed his lips against mine. Just a quick
slide of soft lips.
slowly slid it up, feeling his firm chest and the hammering of his heart, which
between us. He lifted the weights with his legs a few more times, each rep
bumping me tighter to him. Friction was definitely happening, and with each
lift, it became clearer and clearer how much it was affecting him as well.
fingertips up my arm, across my collarbone, up my neck, and then he reached
back and tugged my hair free of its ponytail.
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.
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