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I’d agree to almost anything she asked of me, and she had no idea.

“Who orders protein-style with no animal fries?” she asked, hot pink toes wiggling up on the dash.

I’d nearly crashed when she’d kicked off her shoes, unfolding her golden legs to prop her feet up. When on earth did I start thinking ankles were sexy?

When you had a vision of hers slung over your shoulders…

“Dalton?”

“Huh?” I asked, coming back to earth from the fantasy land my mind kept kicking me into.

Her melodic laugh filled the car, carefree and warm, cutting through the sound of the wind rushing through the windows she insisted we lower. “I asked who orders protein-style and no fries, but then you stared at my feet like you’ve got some kind of fetish.”

Swallowing, I plastered on a smile, hoping to hide how close to the truth she’d come. I didn’t have a thing for all feet, but apparently I had a thing for hers.

I had a thing for all of her.

“Some of us,” I began, giving her a sidelong look, “actually have to watch our figures because we skate around on thin blades and whack a small disc on the ice while other dudes try to beat us up with sticks.”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned back into the seat, a small smile on her lips. “Poor baby. Must be tough being a big, strong hockey player.”

“Ha ha, hilarious.” I nudged her shoulder with mine, the bright lights from the In-N-Out sign casting a glow over her beautiful face. “Maybe we should trade places, then, huh?” I added, smirking. “Let’s see how long you’d last on the ice, getting slammed into the boards.”

She shot me a look, her eyes glinting. “You know, that’s the hottest part of a hockey game,” she said, taking a big bite of her burger.

A bit of sauce caught on her cheek, and my body moved before my mind could stop it, bringing my thumb up to wipe it away.

“Is it now?” I murmured, voice low. “You like the rough play?”

“Guess you’ll have to see how I hold up in the rink someday.” Ari’s voice was breathy, her gaze pure fire, and I didn’t know if we were still talking about hockey or something more.

I held the digit a fraction of an inch from her mouth, pulse pounding in my chest. I was fully addicted to the challenge and mischief dancing in her brown eyes. My breath caught in my lungs, and I waited on pins and needles for what she’d do next.

Fucking hell.

Those sinful lips of hers wrapped around my thumb, licking it clean in one slow, deliberate movement without breaking eye contact. Then—because she truly did want to kill me—she moaned around my thumb, the sound imprinting onto my psyche. How pathetic that my obituary would have to list the cause of death as cardiac arrest from having her suck on my thumb.

The spark between us was instant—electric.

Blood pounded in my ears, at least the bit of it that hadn’t made its way south. My cock was rock hard behind my zipper. She pulled back, leaving me tingling from the warmth of her lips and mental images of me shoving something else between them.

“Delicious.”

It was downright erotic. Her gaze was unflinching, daring me to respond, bringing to life my competitive nature.

“Sunshine, I can give you all sorts of things to lick clean if that’s what you want. I was also taught it’s rude not to reciprocate.” I wrapped my hand around hers, covering everything but her pointer finger. A tiny moan slipped from her lips as I used her finger to gather up some of the sauce, guiding the digit to my mouth and wrapping my tongue around it. Flavor burst in my mouth, but it wasn’t what I wished I could be tasting.

Her pupils were so blown that only a thin ring of chocolate was still visible.

“Thanks for sharing,” I said, biting the tip of her finger before kissing it.

It was like she was in a trance, unable to respond beyond a nod, and damn if that didn’t make me feel all sorts of ways. Now that I’d gotten my hands on her, there was no way I could stop. Her silky strands slipped through my fingers, my hand finding the back of her head, holding her in place.

“You touch me a lot. You know that?” Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip.

“Not in all the ways I want, Sunshine.”

I’d wanted to kiss her every day since the night I met her, to seal our mouths together and consume everything she gave me. To bite down on the plump flesh of her bottom lip like she was and taste the berry gloss on my tongue. Hell, I wanted to taste, bite, and lick every inch of her flesh. See what heady noises she’d make as I made my way down her body.