Page 59 of Slapshot Obsession
“I know.” The look on Colsen’s face is just as furious. “I know that I want you, Taryn. No matter what.”
Colsen closes the distance between us. He’s so handsome. And he’s looking at me as if he saw me. Really saw me. Beyond all the lies, the trauma, my fears, my hope and dreams. He’s looked at me like he saw the real me since the night we met.
His lips crush mine, hot, hungry, searching.
It’s a soul-stealing, knee weakening kiss. He’s claiming me, like he really wants me. Dark side and cracks included. No matter what.
I kiss him back with everything I have. My hands areclawing at the buttons on his shirt. For a hot, dizzying moment, I forgot that we’re not alone.
“Stop.” Nash’s livid voice cuts through the haze of lust that made me forget he was standing right there.
But if I forgot that we had company for a second, Colsen didn’t.
He breaks our kiss, but keeps me plastered against him, a possessive hand wrapped around the back of my neck.
“Why should we stop?” The question is directed at Nash.
“Because I fucking want her.” Nash growls. “I want you, Taryn. Even if it’s dangerous, even if it’s stupid. Even if it’s fucking wrong. I want you and I don’t know how to stop. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Nash looks angry, devastated, and scared.
“I want you too.” It comes out softly, barely above a whisper. “But nothing has changed since the last time we talked about it. I want you, but I also want Colsen and Tucker.”
Colsen lets me go, but just for a second. Just long enough to step behind me and pull me against him so that my back is against his chest.
He brushes my hair away from my shoulder and lowers his head to kiss that same spot he was tormenting earlier.
My body reacts with a wave of intense desire. My nipples strain against my strapless bra.
Even though I can’t see him, I know that while he’s kissing me, Colsen is looking at Nash.
The reason I know is that Nash is staring back.
The air in the room crackles with electricity, and I’m caught in the middle of this staring contest.
“You heard her, dipshit.” Colsen says. “Taryn wantsyou. You know that Tucker and I won’t stand in your way if you really want her too. But we aren’t going anywhere. And if you even try to break her heart, you better run.”
Nash runs a hand over his face. “I’ve tried running, and it doesn’t work.”
“Then what are you going to do about it”
I’ve seen Nash move faster than lightning on and off the ice. This time, he moves slowly, each step determined.
His gaze moves from Colsen to me, his eyes searching my face. He keeps looking down to my lips, and I think he might kiss me. I hope he will.
I don’t move a muscle, waiting for Nash’s next move. Colsen is still behind me, solid and steady with his hands on my waist.
“I’ve wanted to tell you how beautiful you look all night.” Nash murmurs before kissing me.
It’s as claiming and demanding as Colsen’s kiss a moment ago. I’m grateful for Colsen’s steadying hands because Nash takes my breath away and my knees feel more wobbly than Jell-O.
When Nash breaks the kiss, I’m more winded than after hours of rehearsal in the dance studio. My body is like a live wire, but I know kissing me affected Nash just as much as it did me.
It is obvious from the bulge in his suit pants.
And Nash isn’t the only one who’s hard. Colsen’s hard-on is pressing against my back.
“That was hot.” Colsen’s breath fans over the side of my neck. “Right, pretty girl?”
