“What the hell?”

He looked up at her innocently. “What?”

“Um, aren’t you going to make me do it? Smack my ass some more, pull my hair, f**k the living shit out of me?”

He chuckled. “I would have, but I figured you can go ask the guy that gave you his shirt to do that.”

She glared. “Jerk.”

He laughed out loud as she fell beside him, taking the spoon out of her tub of ice cream and eating a spoonful. He leaned into her, kissing her cheek before nibbling at her jaw.

“The night is very young,” he whispered before flicking her lobe with tongue.

“Whatever, you got me all hot, bothered, and ready to go… and nothing happened.”

She could feel him smiling as his hand traveled up her inner thigh. “And I can’t get you just as hot later? I want to watch this movie with you.”

“You don’t give a shit about this movie.”

“Sure I do,” he said, turning her face to look at him. “Now hush and put the movie on.”

When he smiled, she smiled back fully. She couldn’t help it. He looked so cute with the huge gap in his teeth from where his tooth should have been. It was endearing and it turned her on, surprisingly. She never had a thing for hockey players, always thought they were meatheads, but boy, was she wrong. Just between the men her sisters and friends had ended up with told her she was wrong, but then meeting Phillip blew it all to hell. He was hot, he was quick, and he kept her on her toes. She liked him. A lot more than she would care to admit but nonetheless, she did.

Leaning over, she took his mouth with hers, kissing him long and hard before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“I’m glad you came over.”

“Me too, I’m glad that Skylar wanted Claire to come over, or this wouldn’t be happening.”

Hearing Claire’s name made her pause as she reached for the remote. “Well, thank goodness for Skylar.”

He didn’t say anything as she pushed play but then he grabbed the remote, pushing pause. “What was up with the hesitation?”

“Huh?” she asked, looked back at him.

“You paused, like your whole body stopped. What’s up?”

Did it? She looked away, but he quickly pulled her face back up to look at him. He smiled, cocking his head to the side. “Everything okay with Claire?”

She played with her pants, trying to look everywhere but at him. “Yeah, did she tell you about today?”

“Yeah, said it went great,” he said, rubbing his thumb up and down her chin. “Why, did it not? She seemed really happy.”

“No, it went amazingly fantastic, Phillip. No joke, that girl is going to be something huge one day, I swear,” she said with all the confidence in the world.

“Good, that’s my hope for her, but what’s up?”

She bit into her lip before asking, “Did she tell you about Brian?”

“The dude she is dancing with?”

“Yeah.”

“What about him? Is there more than just dancing going on?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. He was touchy feely and kissed her forehead.”

Phillip’s hand dropped from her chin as he leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest. Within seconds, his face was red and he was working his lip. He made her nervous. Maybe she should have stayed out of it. Let him find out whenever Claire told him because if he went home and confronted Claire, then that would blow what they were doing and that couldn’t happen. Claire had made that very well known.

“You can’t say anything to her.”

His brows came together. “The f**k I can’t. I’m gonna find out what’s going on, and then I’m gonna find this kid and scare him shitless. I might bring the whole team with me. That’ll do it.”

“For f**k’s sake, Phillip! It’s not that serious.”

He scoffed. “You’re not the one that found her in bed with a nineteen-year-old hockey player with nothing but a bra and panties. She has history of being a little on the sexual side. I thought with dance and all she had stopped that, but maybe I was wrong.”

Okay, she was glad she told him. “Okay, yeah, that won’t happen. I’ll take care of it.”

He looked surprised. “You’ll take care of it?”

“Yes, I’ll find out what’s going on and have a talk with her if something that shouldn’t be going on is.”

He smiled as he reached forward and put their snacks on the table. When he came back, he cuddled her up in his arms, kissing her nose. “Thank you.”

“Sure, I care about her, too, you know that.”

I care about you, too, but you’ll never know that, she thought as he moved a piece of her unruly hair out of her eyes. He nodded as he leaned forward, kissing her again. It was a long, deep kiss. One that set her on fire, made her kitten purr, and her body shake with need. Somehow, his fingers found their way inside her shirt and he was cupping her breast, his thumb making slow, tantalizing circles around her taut nipple as he continued to kiss her with such demand. It felt as if he wanted to consume her, and she wanted him to. She wanted to give him everything, every single part of her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she straddled him, rubbing herself against him as she took over the kiss, his hands gripping her ass. His heart was pounding, she could feel it. When she took his bottom lip with her teeth and he growled softly at her, she swore she almost came undone.