Page 108 of Devious Obsession
“There’s been a lot going on.”
But I’m fine. I’m not going to explode, or implode, or have any sort of meltdown. The past is the past, and it’s staying there.
“Uh-huh.” Chase nudges me. “I think he’s noticed us.”
It takes me a moment to locate Steele. He’s off the ice, and I scan the bench, only to find him staring at me. Or at least, in our direction. But it sure as hell feels like his gaze is on my face.
Glaring daggers.
“I don’t think he takes the same viewpoint as you,” I say lightly.
Chase shrugs. “Maybe it’ll make him play better.”
“Maybe,” I agree.
But I’ve got to admit—it is nice to have a little company. And the anticipation of Steele’s fire later on sends a curl of heat straight between my legs. It’s made even more obvious how pissed he is when he charges back onto the ice and flattens the first player he comes across.
The crowdoohs at the display of violence.
Chase chuckles. He’s not touching me—I don’t think he has that much of a death wish—and in the end, the Hawks decimate their opponents. Chase and I follow the crowd out of the stadium, and we wrap around the building toward where the players will exit. A short time later, Steele emerges.
His gaze goes right to Chase, who backs up with his hands raised.
“Take it easy, jackass,” Chase says. “I was just making sure your girl was okay. None of her friends were with her.”
On that note, he turns and saunters away. Not that it really matters, because Steele consumes my vision. And Steele seems to think the same, because he smiles when he sees me.Smiles.
My stomach flips. I’m not sure if the smile is a good or bad thing. Like a shark smiling… it’s gotta be bad news. Right?
And I’m the prey he’s stalking.
I swallow. He either doesn’t notice my trepidation or chooses to ignore it, coming close and taking my hand. He reels me in and plants a kiss on my lips, and for a second I forget my wariness. My whole body wants to be kissed by him.
His lips move against mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth.
I’m a goner.
My knees go weak. He wraps his arm around my back, binding me to him. I mean, it’s right out of a movie—and I’m breathless by the time he pulls back.
Steele smirks at me, still holding me close. “You wear my jersey well, little viper.”
I blush.
Blush, like a teenager.
I shake it off as best I can, and we head toward the parking lot. Greyson waits by his truck. Steele hugs me from behind, holding me back as Knox, Finch, and Miles all pile in the back. I narrow my eyes, but Steele just smirks and swings up into the passenger seat.
He pats his thighs. “Climb aboard.”
“We don’t have all night, Monroe,” Greyson calls.
I grimace and step forward, letting Steele manhandle me onto his lap. He rearranges my limbs to his liking, gripping my hips.
“No funny business,” Greyson warns, glancing at his friend.
I snort and elbow Steele. “Yeah. No funny business.”
Steele drags my back flush to his chest. His lips touch my ear. “Nothing funny about it.”
