Semua Bab The Bad Boy Craves For Me- Hockey Romance: Bab 11 - Bab 20

His grin tells me he has no intention of changing his ways or growing up over the break. “Bye, Miss Parkerrr,” he singsongs, disappearing around the corner with a group of his friends.Teenage boys. Always thinking with the head in their pants, rather than the one on top of their shoulders. Then they grow up to be men who still do the exact same fucking thing.I stuff my laptop into my bag, tuck myself into my coat, and pull out my phone before I lock my door and walk out of the gym and into the hallway.I flip through my text messages. They’re relatively unimportant, as they usually are. One from my mom, wishing me a happy last day of school. Another from my brother, begging me to make his favorite blueberry pie for dessert on Christmas, a series of prayer emojis trailing the question. The one from my niece Alannah is a crapload of silly emojis and an I love you, Auntie Ollie. She’s only seven but Grandma and Grandpa spoil her to hell and back—likely because they go several months wi

“Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv,” Carter chants, punctuating each call of my name with a tap on the glass.“What?” I whisper-yell, finally spinning his way, throwing my hands overhead.His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.”Good Lord, I can’t. What is happening?Carter watches as heat floods my cheeks just for him. I can pretend to be aloof all I want but the man’s not stupid. He knows I like what I see, and what I see is him, standing there like a sexy giant in his equipment, grinning like a goofy idiot, those striking emerald eyes sparkling with mirth and a whole lot of arrogance.Carter knows what he does to me, and that right there will be my downfall.He leans closer and I hate myself for inching forward, as if I want to be near him, like he’s got a secret just for me.The corner of Carter’s mouth lifts, revealing a panty-dropping grin as he props his chin on hi

Resting my forearms on the bar, I let my shoulder brush hers, ’cause getting a reaction outta her is fun. Also, I like touching her. She smells good and she’s warm.Olivia glances my way and I flash her a grin. I’m rewarded with her signature eye roll before she sidesteps away from me. It’s cool; it gives me a chance to check her out. Not that I haven’t already done it a thousand times tonight. Hard to look away when she’s sitting right behind the bench looking like she wants to rip all my equipment off. If she thinks I didn’t notice, she’s wrong.I can’t help coasting my gaze down her body. She’s kicking ass in this outfit tonight, all tight tee, a flash of creamy skin peeking out above the waistband of her ripped skinny jeans, and a plaid shirt wrapped low around her hips, the Chuck Taylors on her feet the finishing touch.I follow the swing of her hips when she juts one out, and my eyes fall to her stellar tits when she pins her arms there. I wouldn’t mind fucking those tonight.Wh

Carter’s throat works with his swallow as he flicks a gaze down at our joined hands, then back up, a silent question: Will I keep dancing with him? At my cautious step forward, a grin detonates his face, and he yanks me into him, holding me close, and when the music shifts, the familiar mellow strum of a guitar drifting around us, my body stills.A laugh puffs past my lips as John Mayer starts singing about a woman named Olivia.“Did you request this song?”His tongue pokes the corner of his mouth with his guilty but proud grin, and instead of answering, he tows me closer until our bodies meld together. My eyes flutter closed when his mouth dips to my ear, and a tingle of desire lights every one of my nerve endings on fire when he takes my hands, draping my arms around his shoulder, and buries the lyrics in my shoulder, singing softly and so, so deep.“Fuck, I’ve had this song stuck on repeat for the last week. Do you like John Mayer?”My hands skim his broad shoulders, grazing the kn

“So annoying,” I grumble, swatting his hand away.His chin hits his fist and he wags his brows. “Annoying or endearing?”“Annoying, definitely.” My shoulders sag with a sigh, and as if he senses my defeat, Carter leaps off his stool, punching a fist through the air.“A-ha! I’ve fucking cracked her!” He grips my waist, spins me in the air, drops me to my feet, and…peppers my entire face in kisses. His fingers lace through mine, tugging, before I have time to comprehend what’s happened. “I promise, Ollie, you won’t regret it.”I have a serious love/hate relationship with the giggle bubbling from my chest, and I need to get a hang on it before I go anywhere alone with this man.“I’m not going home with you.”He holds up two fingers in a promise. “I won’t even ask.”“Okay, well, I have to use the bathroom first.”He pops a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’ll go get our coats.”I pat my red cheeks with some cool water over the bathroom sink, trying to bring the fire brewing there down to a simme