Hot Adventures With The Hockey Star
His arms wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me flush against his broad chest until there wasn't a single inch of cold air between us.
I let out a soft gasp against his lips, my hands sliding up his jacket to grip his broad shoulders, surrendering completely to the heat pouring off him. The sheer contrast between Ryder and Mark was deafening. Mark was a polished, polite sanctuary that felt like a trap; Ryder was a storm of raw, chaotic devotion that felt like home.
When Ryder finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavily into the damp air, his dark eyes were dark, intense, and fierce.