Slap Shot (D.C. Stars Book 3) by Chelsea Curto

Author:Chelsea Curto [Curto, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTY

MADELINE

Hudson kissed me the other night, and it was the best kiss of my life.

It was a full-body experience. Toe-curling. Heart-stopping.

Goddamn magical.

It was like he wanted to consume me. Like he wanted to possess me.

And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

I close my eyes, and I see him.

I take a shower, and I feel his hands on my body.

I’ve replayed every intimate moment of that night over and over again in my head, in excruciating detail—the glide of his tongue, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and how I wish he would’ve pulled on the strands.

Those few minutes with him were the most I’ve been turned on in years, and I hate that I had to be the one who stopped us from going any further.

I know what would’ve come next if I kept kissing him, and as much as my body wanted that—wants that—my brain is yelling at me to slow down. To consider the long-term impact of what could happen if we fell in bed together, and I can’t let it happen again.

It’s been weird in the few days that have passed. We’ve avoided each other, but it hasn’t been intentional.

Not totally.

He was out in Salt Lake City for a game the Stars ended up losing. I went to bed early last night, and something is off. There’s tension in the air. An awkwardness, almost, that didn’t exist before, and I need to get my head out of my ass. I can’t go the rest of my life without seeing him, and confronting him for the first time since he made me moan his name while we have the condo to ourselves seems like the best way to solve this odd dynamic between us.

He's been walking around the living room for the last thirty minutes, playing with the dogs. I hear his heavy footsteps, the murmur of his voice before he whistles for Gus and Millie to come over to him, and I take a deep breath. I open my door and march down the hall with my head held high like the badass woman I am.

“Hey,” I say when I get to the living room. He jerks his neck up and drops the squeaky ball he’s holding. When our eyes lock, I realize how much I’ve missed him. How I’ve come to love the time we spend together, and I bite my lip to hold back a wide smile at the sight of him. “Ready for lunch?”

“Yeah.” He coughs. Clears his throat then clears it again. “Do you want some help?”

“Sure. You can be on tomato duty.”

He laughs at that, and so do I.

It’s silly to be making one kiss a big deal.

I know he doesn’t do one-night stands. He’s looking for is a relationship—which is something I’m not interested in—and there’s only one way this ends.

Us as friends, and I hope that’s good enough for him.

I lead the way to the kitchen and grab my apron off the back of the pantry door. Hudson sets up a cutting board and slides a knife my way.

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