I used to be a puck bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.
Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math tutor.
I can’t stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it’d be to cross lines with him.
I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.
without a shirt in the way.
peeled off his shirt.
groove of his sweat-glistened skin.
grabbed my hand. “Last machine. I’m not sure you can handle it, though.”
I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He pulled me toward him, and I had no choice but to run my shins into the weights or to straddle the machine. I chose straddling, but kept space between us like I had earlier.
smugness to the curve of his tempting mouth.