I need to taste him. I need it so violently it makes my teeth ache, but Val’s eyes are wide, his pulse thrumming visibly in the hollow of his throat. He’s vibrating with a quiet panic, every corded muscle in his neck pulled taut.Hell, if he still despises me—if he doesn’t want this—there’s no way I’m forcing it. I’m an apex predator, not a monster.For a full day, ever since he stepped onto my deck, all I’ve pictured is his mouth. How those lips would feel crushed against mine. He’s devastating. Standing there in those low-slung work pants and a shirt that clings to his chest, it took everything in me not to pin him against the marble and take what I wanted. But while I’m a high-penalty bastard on the ice, this is Val Cruz. Soft strength. Quiet fire. My best friend's brother. I won’t touch him unless he’s begging for it.I pull my hand back from his spine, shifting an inch away. “If you aren’t down for this—”“I didn't say that,” Val snaps. He flicks his tongue over his lower lip, da
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