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A shiver raced down my spine. I think I hated how he seemed to peel back every layer I’d built up across the many desperately hard years.
I didn’t want him to see beyond the surface, beyond the mask that I wore.
It wasn’t pretty.
“Hey dream girl,” he said lazily, his gaze licking at my skin…and it was all I could do not to melt into a puddle of want.
“Hi,” I gulped out…because I was burning alive inside as I stared at pure perfection. He grinned knowingly, and I was almost blinded by the smile combined with the rest of him.
His gaze suddenly hardened as it centered on my jersey.
“Take it off,” he snapped, all the smooth easiness of his voice completely gone.
“What?”
“Take it off, right fucking now.”
“I’m—”
In what may go down as the smoothest move in the universe, the jersey was suddenly torn off me, and I was standing there in my white tank top.
“I could have been naked underneath that,” I seethed, outraged as he held the jersey in between two fingers like it was tainted. The bastard just smirked.
Before he could say anything, the jersey was snapped from his fingers, and a large, hard body was holding it against my chest, his hands right above my heaving breasts.
Lincoln’s eyes took on a red haze as Ari Lancaster invaded all of my personal space.
“Get away from her,” he seethed, a darkness in his voice that I hadn’t imagined him capable of. In my interactions with Lincoln, whether in text or in person, he’d always seemed sunshiny, fitting his golden looks.
Right now, he seemed capable of murder.
I glanced at Ari to see how he was taking the threat evident in Lincoln’s voice, but his lips were turned up in amusement and there was a twinkle in his gaze.
“What’s wrong, Lincoln?” he teased. “Why are you taking away my gift to our girl?”
A giggle escaped me and Lincoln’s face softened momentarily, as if my laugh was a gift he wanted to savor.
They hardened again as his gaze shifted back to Ari. “If you want to be able to hold a stick ever again, I suggest you let her fucking go.”
“Which stick are we talking about?” Ari asked casually, his eyebrows going up and down like a cartoon villain. His hard body was still against mine, and I was feeling a bit lightheaded.
In a move that again felt practiced, I was ripped away from Ari’s grip and plastered against Lincoln. A soft moan fell from my lips as I felt him harden against my stomach. The world faded around me as my hands involuntarily clutched at his shoulders.
“That’s better,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine so softly it could have been a brush of wind, if not for the shockwave it sent spiraling through my freaking soul.
“If you ever wear another man’s jersey, Iwillkill that man. So be careful, sweetheart.”
I searched his face for the punchline, because of course he was joking.
I just didn’t find it.
All I saw was a stark coldness, that…was actually terrifying.
Arms were suddenly wrapped around the both of us, and Lincoln let out a soft sigh of annoyance.
“So, we’re all partying together tonight, right? We made the playoffs, baby!”
“You knew we would,” Lincoln told Ari, who obviously had no idea what personal space was.
