Page 5 of Stalked By the Hockey Player

My heart leaps into my chest.

"Great! I'll text you the details."

I take her number and add my own, a thrill rushing through me as her name appears in my phone. The beginning of the rest of our lives together.

Let the game begin.

CHAPTER

FOUR

Emila

The cold rinkair hits my face as I walk through the entrance, my heart pounding with excitement.

Tyler's hockey game.

My heart skips a beat as I think of the handsome college student I just met.

The crowd is a sea of red and blue, screaming and stomping their feet on the metal bleachers. The sharp sound of skates carving into ice. Pucks slapping against sticks.

My gaze immediately finds Tyler on the ice, his muscular frame gliding across the rink with a grace I've never seen in anyone else. His eyes are narrowed in concentration under his helmet, scanning the play.

I press myself against the railing, mesmerized.

His eyes find mine, and my hands tighten on the railing. He gives me a wink and a crooked smile, and I catch myself smiling back.

Then Tyler gets the puck, and my heart leaps. He weaves through the defensemen trying to block him, faster and faster. The goalie doesn't stand a chance. The puck slams into the net.

The crowd explodes. I scream his name at the top of my lungs, throat burning, nearly hoarse.

He did it. He scored.

Tyler glances up at the crowd, chest heaving, and his gaze locks onto mine. A grin slowly spreads across his face. My whole body tingles with heat.

I grip the railing tighter, unable to look away from Tyler. His eyes sear into me as he skates off the ice during intermission, muscles rippling under his gear.

My heart hammers. I should leave, put distance between us before I do something I regret. I don't know why I'm so drawn to this man I hardly know.

But I can't. I'm caught in his orbit, drawn to the blaze of passion in his eyes. The world narrows to just the two of us.

Tyler leans against the wall, watching me with a predatory intensity that makes me shiver. Waiting. Beckoning.

I find myself walking down the steps and across the ice, my steps unsteady in my heels. He pushes off the wall and glides toward me, a lion stalking his prey. Every instinct screams at me to run, but I stand frozen.

"You came," Tyler says, voice rough. His hands clamp onto my waist and reel me in until our bodies press together. "I knew you would."

"Tyler—" His mouth crashes into mine, cutting off my sentence as I gasp in surprise. His lips are firm and demanding, and a spike of heat lances through me.

My hands fist in his jersey, clinging for support as my knees threaten to buckle. The taste of him, citrus and spice, obliterates all other thoughts.

He growls against my mouth and deepens the kiss, backing me up until I'm pressed against the wall. The cool surface provides stark contrast to the heat of his body molded to mine.

My heart flutters wildly. "We'll get caught," I gasp between kisses, even as I arch into him.

"I don't care." Tyler's hands slide under my shirt, his rough palms igniting sparks along my skin. "I know this is fast, but there's something about you, sweet Emila. You look like you'remine."

His teeth graze my neck, and a soft moan escapes me. "Youaremine, Emila. You'll always be mine."

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