Kane (Face-Off 2)

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Available May 24, 2017

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DONOVAN EXCERPT

SYDNEY

Carter Donovan has no idea I am messing with him. I bet he thinks I’m an evil witch, toying with his dick along with his emotions. Maybe I am, or at least to some extent, but damn him for shaving his beard. When I walked into Tyler Kane’s house, he was dressed in gym clothes and had only a tiny bit of facial hair. I was disappointed, to say the least.

I had asked my best friend, Kennedy Lockwood, to set me up on a blind date with Carter. But I was expecting the lumberjack goalie and for him to be sporting some serious facial hair. Instead, I got the baby face version, or at least close to it. With broad shoulders, chiseled features, and arms ripped with muscles and tats, Carter would be hot no matter what he has on his face.

Still, I was hoping to kick things off with his face shoved between my legs and that stubble rubbing against my skin. Over the past two days, Carter has called non-stop. He even sent flowers and gifts to my apartment. To be honest, I was shocked to receive such lavish presents from him. The Chanel sunglasses were a bit overboard, but at least I know he has good taste. And that’s an important quality in a man who I am considering dating.

Flipping through a magazine on my couch, I wait for Carter to knock on the door. He’s twenty minutes early, same as last time. Part of me wants to take him into my bedroom and have my way with him. The other part of me, the side that likes experimenting on the opposite sex for research purposes, tells me I should make him wait a little while longer. After all, this could make for good writing material for my next book.

As the author of all things smutty and over-the-top, I draw a lot of my inspiration from experiences. Carter just doesn’t know that yet. Poor guy.

I fix my dark curls in the mirror on the wall next to the door and double check my makeup before opening it. Drool just about runs down my chin as I take in the sight of Carter. He’s one sexy hunk of man candy. With those big, strong arms that are more suited for boxing than hockey, I want him to grip me up in them and do sinful things to me.

Carter smiles so wide it reaches up to his soulful brown eyes. “Hey, baby.”

“Don’t hey, baby, me,” I shoot back, feigning interest. But this is all part of the façade.

He leans in to kiss my cheek, his fingers grazing my bare shoulder as he touches me, fiddling with the strap of my tank top. “You look beautiful, as always, Sydney.”

My willpower almost crumbles with his lips sending shockwaves down my spine. His big hand is dangerously close to my breast as he slides it the rest of the way down my arm. If he were a character in one of my books, I would say the hell with self-control and throw myself at him

, allow myself to become consumed in his manly scent and intoxicating sex appeal.

“Thank you, Carter,” I tell him and tug on his forearm in an attempt to pull him into the apartment. He’s so big and strong I can hardly move him an inch.

After Carter shuts the door, he surprises me by shoving me up against the wall. I do my best to move away from him, but he makes it difficult with his size. Carter is used to defending the net when he’s on the ice. He sure as hell proves that right now as he blocks my entire view of my living room with his body.

Bending down to my height, he breathes against my neck and ignites a fire beneath my skin. Heat rushes from my cheeks to my toes as he presses his lips to my neck. I move my head to the side to give him better access, my inhibitions lowering along with my guard. The walls I have built up to protect myself come crumbling down in an instant.

My panties are damp. No, more like they are soaking wet. Each kiss he plants from my neck to my shoulder is more painful than I can bear. We can’t do this. Giving in to Carter before we even have our first date was not part of my plan.

Plus, his beard…There’s nothing rough scratching my skin as he continues to make his way to my breasts. And I want the full Carter Donovan experience. I will wait for the man with the hot as puck facial hair just so I can get a taste of what it feels like against my pussy.

In a tight, low-cut tank, my girls are out on display and Carter is about to dive head first into them. Before he can make a crash landing into my cleavage, I grip a chunk of his hair in my hand so his gaze meets mine. His eyes are intense, the passion behind them so fucking sexy I want to rip the fitted shirt from him.

“You like it rough, baby? Is that what you want?”

As much as I want to say, fuck me up against this wall like one of your puck bunnies, I don’t want him to treat me like one of them either. Carter has earned a reputation as a ladies man over the years, and I have too much of a reputation to protect to get sucked into a scandal. Though I can’t help but wonder if one involving Carter would help sell more books. Or at the very least, it may even give me new things to write.

“No, Carter. I would like you to stop touching me.”

I am the biggest liar on the planet. One minute of heavy petting with Carter, and I already have to make up an excuse so I can go into my bedroom to change my underwear. My juices are threatening to spill down my leg any second. In a short, tight skirt, I’d rather keep this bit of information to myself.

Slipping from his grasp, I slide my back against the wall to get away from him. We need to put some distance between us before I rip my shirt off like the Hulk and leap into his arms, begging him to fuck me.

“Did I do something wrong?” His tone is defensive.

I shake my head, doing my best to maintain some distance between us. “No, you didn’t do anything. It’s not you, it’s me.”

He narrows his eyes at me, confusion scrolling across his handsome face. “Did you really just use that line on me?”