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They all vied for the single girl’s attention in hopes of convincing her to choose them as her main squeeze by the end of the show.
“Wasn’t Cash on that?” he asked, his eyes opening wide as I nodded. “She’s that Jillian?”
“Yep. The whole world thought she’d pick Cash instead. He seems like a really good guy,” I said, still feeling sympathy for Cash Clemens all these months later.
To me it had made no sense at all when Jillybean chose Stuart over Cash—one of the most talented defensive players the world had to offer. On screen, it appeared like she and Cash had spectacular chemistry between them.
And they made an insanely gorgeous couple.
The world had been pulling for Cash as the obvious shoe in. They were both hockey players and shared a lot of the same passions—including each other. Twice a week, those two lit up the screen until the very last show.
When my BFF gave the rose to the wrong guy.
The world had gone crazy. It was all anyone had talked about for months.
Beau twisted his torso toward me. “He is a great guy. Damn, that was—fucking awful how that all played out. The asshole she chose was an idiot.”
I nodded in agreement. “She’s my best friend and even I don’t get it. I mean he’s hot, yeah. But Cash is way hotter.”
He did a slow blink as his face dropped. “You think Cash is hot?”
“Uh, yeah.”
His gaze fell to my lips and quickly to my cleavage. Which even I had to admit looked phenomenal right now in the water. “Hotter than me?” he asked, a hint of jealousy hanging in the air between us. Beau moved off his seat and stood in front of me.
I gave him my best smile while I slid my legs around his. “Nobody’s hotter than you.”
Seeing his eyes flare like that, made my heart start racing like crazy. This had gone from playful to naughty in no time flat. His tongue licked his lips, then he moved his head closer to me.
“Beau?” I said, in barely a whisper.
“What?” he asked, his pupils dilated and sexy as hell.
“Take a deep breath,” I said before I pushed off from the side, hooked my legs up and dunked his sorry ass under the water.
When he emerged, the look on his face scared even me. He gasped and tried to grab me. I escaped somehow and giggled my ass off as he came for me again. There really was no question who the winner of this would be.
Beau’s wingspan—fingertip to fingertip—was longer than I was tall. I had no chance in this. But getting that one dunk in was worth whatever pain it caused now. “Fine, do your best work,” I said, standing in the middle of the hot tub, my eyes closed, hands and arms to the side like I was sacrificing myself to the gods.
Water lapped at my body, so I knew he was close. I took a deep breath, waiting for his revenge. Warm hands cupped my face. “Breathe, Gigi,” he said, in such a jagged voice I opened my eyes.
He stood close, staring at me—tiny droplets of water trailed down his golden skin. The intense way he was looking at me—like I was something he wanted to take a delicious bite out of—made my knees weak.
I let out the breath I was holding. Then I watched as he lowered his lips onto mine. Oh my God. Beau Moreau, hockey superstar, man I’d been crushing on for over a decade was kissing me. Me!
My body actually trembled when his arms circled my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Open, G, I want to taste you,” he said, and every nerve I had in my body came alive.
I opened my mouth and his tongue dove in, searching for mine. I moaned when our tongues finally touched. It felt like an electric current zinged through my body as he completely devoured me.
Needing to feel him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, touching his hard muscles underneath my fingertips. For years I’d daydreamed, and night dreamed about kissing this man. Actually, doing it was so much better.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered in between kisses.
His hands slid down my back, but not too low, always staying in bounds. I waited for the inevitable chest grope that never came. He just kissed me, hard and deep, like he never wanted to stop.
Beau slowed the kiss down, then leaned his head so our foreheads touched. “Gigi?” he asked, his lips curving upward.
“What?” I asked, my brain still completely muddled from the best kiss I’d ever had.
“Take a deep breath,” he said, then dunked us both down into water.
