Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice #1) Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of the Ice Series by Kandi Steiner
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
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Maven rolled her eyes.

“You must really be a catch…”

“Damon,” he said.

“Damon,” I repeated. Then, I unfastened the button on my sports coat and pointed to the empty chair at the table behind him. “Mind if I sit for a bit?”

“Please!” he said at the same time Maven muttered, “Yes, we mind.”

Damon looked at her with a strange expression before laughing and pulling up the chair for me.

Before I could do anything else, a couple guys interrupted and asked for a photo and autograph. I scribbled one out quickly, smiling for the picture, and then I sat right between Maven and her date.

“Maven,” I said, finally greeting her properly. I let my eyes rake over her, fully appreciating the blue velvet dress up close. “You look beautiful.”

She blinked at me, her jaw clenched.

“So, Damon. What is it you do?” I asked, declining the waitress when she offered me something to drink.

“I’m in real estate.”

“Fascinating,” I mocked, leaning my chin on the heel of my hand. “Isn’t that fascinating, Maven?”

She smiled, dabbing at the corners of her lips with her napkin daintily before she folded it beside her plate. “It is. If you’ll excuse me,” she said, and then she got up from the table as calmly as she could.

I didn’t have to look at her over my shoulder to know she expected me to follow.

I entertained her date for a moment longer, mostly listening to him tell me what a huge fan he was of the team, and how he had been for years — even when we sucked. He took full advantage of Maven being away from the table, sheepishly asking me if he could have my autograph and a photo before she returned. I told him we should wait, that she’d want to be in the picture.

Because fat chance in hell was I giving this guy anything when he was here with my girl.

Then, I told him I needed to get back to my table, but I’d stop by later.

And I followed the trail Maven had made toward the bathrooms.

It smelled of smoke, like she’d burned the entire way.

There were two bathrooms, each gender neutral with one stall inside. One was empty, and one was locked. I knocked only twice, softly, before the door was ripped open and a hand jutted out, grabbing me by the collar and yanking me inside.

“Wow, really? Here, Maven?” I teased when she slammed the door shut again, locking it and pressing her back to the metal. “It’s kind of kinky, but hey, who am I to deny your fantasies…”

I took two steps toward her, and then she poked me hard in the ribs.

It would have hurt, had I been a man of smaller means. As it was, I laughed, which made her wind up like she was going to sock me in the jaw. I caught her fist, holding it in my hand as I backed her into the sink.

“What are you doing here?!” she seethed, shaking free of my hold. She kept a hand on my chest, forcing a foot between us.

“I thought it was quite obvious.”

“You,” she said, poking me in the chest with one long nail. “Are such a prick. I am on a date, Vince. Go to your table and leave us alone.”

“Is this you trying to prove it, as you so eloquently stated yesterday?”

“It’s not me trying to do anything. I am dating. Other people — not you.”

I inhaled a stiff breath, the muscle in my jaw locking at that statement. I stared back at her, my fire-breathing girl, but then my eyes were traveling down again.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Could you repeat that? Because I’m having a hard time focusing with you in this fucking dress.”

Maven flushed, but then let out an, “Ugh!” She pressed into my space, the universe answering my prayers as she did. “You’re exhausting.”

“Oh, so that’s it. It all makes sense now.”

She frowned, confused.

“You’re tired,” I said. “That’s why you can’t open your eyes and see the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That I want you,” I said, and I pressed right back, my hands finding her hips and pinning her to the bathroom sink. Even then, I pushed in farther, my nose centimeters from hers. “I want you so badly, Maven. I like you, goddamnit.”

She swallowed, attempting to wriggle free, but I held her tighter.

“No,” I said, shaking my head as my forehead fell to hers. “Don’t. Don’t make a joke. Don’t deny it. You want me, too.”

She turned her face, my lips falling against her temple as she swallowed again and looked away from me.

“Admit it,” I pleaded.

A long pause settled between us, the air charged, waiting for one tiny spark that would engulf us both in flames.

“You’re a playboy, Vince,” she breathed, just a whisper, but the words struck me as if she’d yelled them. I pulled back, and her eyes found mine. “You only want me because I haven’t let you have me.”


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