Free Offside by Juliana Stone Page A

restrictions in the pro league in Sweden, but that doesn’t
mean any of the women who played were welcomed with open arms.”
    She ran an agitated hand through the tangled
hair at her nape. “I just,” it took a bit of effort to keep her
voice calm. “I just didn’t expect that kind of crap here.” She
shook her head. “I really didn’t, but if that’s the way the guys
want to play, they’re stupid if they think it’s enough to stop
me.”
    “Billie—”
    “I’m not done.”
    Logan arched a brow—one that Billie
missed—but she was roaring ahead like a freight train and nothing
could stop her now.
    “I’m a big girl.”
    His brow arched a little higher and if she
was paying attention she would have seen the slight lift to the
edge of his mouth. It was a sexy lift.
    [i] A dangerous lift [i].
    “I can see that,” he replied softly.
    “I don’t need someone like you looking out
for me. Not on the ice or off of it either.”
    Her temper boiled over as everything from the
night before hit her. The damage to her car. The Neanderthal
attitudes. Ed’s smirk from less than an hour ago.
    She leaned forward, so close she could count
the long lashes that fringed his eyes. Her heart sped up and the
butterflies in her stomach kicked into overdrive.
    “And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a
damn, kid!”
    “You said that.”
    Chest heaving, Billie’s eyes dropped to the
pulse that beat at the base of Logan’s neck, and then her gaze
drifted upward until she settled on his mouth.
    His incredible, sexy, wanton mouth. An image
of his lips sliding across her body brought a new batch of heat to
her skin, but it was a heavy heat, one that settled between her
legs in a slow, torturous throb.
    Was she insane? Probably. What other reason
was there for what she did next?
    Billie took another step forward and Logan
took one back, but the truck didn’t allow him to move further. She
stood on her toes, and sank her hands into the thick hair at his
neck. His subtle, clean scent filled her nostrils and it was the
sexiest thing ever. She leaned into him, her eyes never leaving
his.
    And then she kissed him.
    Not a soft butterfly kiss. Not a tentative,
getting-to-know-you kind of kiss either. But an aggressive,
no-holds-barred kind of kiss. Her mouth was open and she moved
against him like she was starving. As if he was the only thing in
the world that could feed her.
    His mouth was warm and he did nothing to stop
her as her tongue plunged inside. Her lips skated over his—she
massaged his skull and held him in place. God, he tasted like
heaven—sweeter, hotter, and better than she remembered.
    Kid? No effing way. Billie withdrew her
tongue and suckled on his bottom lip, her eyes open once more so
she could watch him. So he would know she was playing with him.
    So he would know that [i] she [i] was in
control.
    She felt his hesitation. She saw it in his
eyes. And just when she would have faltered—because really, what
the hell was she thinking? Playing with Logan Forest was like
playing with fire and Lord knows she’d already been burned—Logan’s
hands moved to her hips and he took over.
    She might have squealed. Or moaned. Or
shouted for joy. Who knows? Her head was filled with white noise
and her heart was beating so fast and hard that she could have
danced the freaking Salsa all the way across Michigan and back, no
problem.
    He pulled her flush against his body so that
not only were her breasts crushed to his chest, her hips were held
in place, there where he was hard and heavy and, really, really
big. His large hands splayed across her butt, and a riot of
sensation erupted between her legs, rushing through her bloodstream
and pounding into her heart. Warning bells rang in her head and she
tried to wriggle away, suddenly okay with the fact that she’d made
a mistake. A huge freaking mistake. She’d blame this epic move on
her lack of sleep.
    [i] Lack of morals, more like [i].
    “Where do you think you’re