Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

“All day, and then I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“We got food first.”

I don’t think he hears me, though, his

gaze dropping to my lips. I hold my breath as he cups my jaw, his thumb moving hypnotically along my bottom lip. His eyes are so dark, almost black, as the air around us becomes electrified. I don’t know what is happening, but shit, I want more. His body is so hot, desire coming off him in waves, crashing against me as I just try to breathe. He’s like a lion and I feel like his prey with the way he is looking at me. So animalistic, and I’m honestly unsure if he wants me or if he wants to kill me.

It’s intoxicating.

Never in my life has anyone looked at me like this guy.

This hockey player has my whole body begging for his.

How? Why? And Jesus, what is going to happen next?

“Do you two know each other?”

“Nope,” we both say at the same time.

“But that’s gonna change,” he murmurs and I nod.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I feel like I should look away,” I hear Mekena say, and I would laugh, but we are sharing the same breath, our lips are so close.

“Yeah, let’s get a drink.”

But Jace doesn’t move.

Neither do I.

“I got you something,” he mutters and I hold my breath as he moves. Suddenly, he brings a beer bottle up for me to see. “I’ve been keeping it safe for you.”

Swallowing loudly, I know I’m in trouble. I know I should run. But instead, I hold his gaze, my lips curving as I whisper, “Oh, Larry.”

Well, I thought I’d whispered, but actually, I whimpered. And that has his eyes darkening even more. His face flushes, the splotches appearing down his chest. My body is tingling, and the white-hot lust that is running through my body is downright confusing. How can I want someone this badly? Especially someone I don’t even know.

“What is going on here?” he asks suddenly and I can’t even answer.

My breath is coming out hard. His hands tighten on my hip and jaw, and I can feel his heartbeat against mine. I know I shouldn’t let him be this close, touching me, but I can’t stop him. Let alone think. Because thinking isn’t even an option.

Nothing is except to be completely lost in the green depths of his eyes.

Somehow, I blink dumbly at him and I shrug, which causes his lips to curve. “I have no clue.”

“Me either.”

“But I like it.”

“Oh, Diane, me too. So fucking much,” he whispers back as his lips slowly start to drop down to mine. I close my eyes, my hands coming up on his bare chest, ready for the kiss I know will be fucking amazing…but nothing happens.

Opening my eyes, I watch as he lets me go, being pulled back by a group of guys.

They are turning him upside down.

Oh, fun, it’s time for a keg stand.

Great.