Page 70 of Slapshot Baby

“Oh, please! You don’t have that kind of effect on me.”

I grin. “Prove it.”

"You want me to prove this is nothing?" She takes another step, close enough that I can smell the citrus in her hair and the heat rising off her skin. "Fine. I'll prove it."

She grabs the front of my shirt with both fists, hauls me down to her mouth, and kisses me like she's trying to win the argument with her tongue.

I chuckle. She thinks she can put her mouth on mine and walk away with her walls intact.

I let her believe it for a few seconds.

Long enough for the taste of her to hit my bloodstream. For the sound she makes against my mouth, low and furious and hungry, to travel down my spine and settle between my legs.

Then I take over.

My hand slides into her hair. I kiss her deeper, slower, turning the kiss from a weapon into something thorough.

She shivers against me, her fists loosening in my shirt and then tightening again. My tongue strokes hers and she makes a sound against my mouth, a frustrated, hungry vibration I feel in my back teeth.

Heat pools low in my stomach and spreads. Every place her body presses against mine burns through the fabric.

She bites my lower lip. I groan into her mouth.

I walk her backward until her shoulders hit the door. The impact jolts through her body and into mine.

She arches forward, her hips pressing into mine. The contact sends a jolt of heat straight through me that shorts out rational thought.

I let her feel what she's doing, the hard length of me pressing against her stomach through my jeans.

She gasps into my mouth. Her fingers claw at my shoulders.

My mouth leaves hers then traces her jaw then her neck. My lips find the spot below her ear where her pulse hammers.

I pull back enough to look at her flushed, swollen lips swollen.

"You broke the rules," she breathes.

"Which one?"

"No kissing on the mouth."

"You kissed me."

"That was to prove a point."

My lips twitch. "What point?"

She tips her head back. The surrender in that motion makes me want to fuck her right there.

“That you don’t affect…”

I don’t wait for her to finish.

My mouth drops to the spot below her ear that makes her knees buckle. I suck gently and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.

My hands find the hem of her sweater, pulling it up slowly. She lifts her arms and I drag the sweater over her head.

Her bra is simple white cotton, nothing designed to seduce.