Excerpt Reveal! DIRTY D-MAN by Mira Lyn Kelly (Slayers Hockey #7)

My hands come up from between us, so I can get a hold of the sides of his face. I turn it this way and that, looking him over from every angle. “Who are you, and what have you done with my a—”

I choke, realizing what I’m about to say in the same instant that Bowie must, because then we’re both laughing. His forehead presses against mine, and I close my eyes just giving in to the relief of sharing a single, stupid butt joke.

Slowly, our laughter eases and we catch our breath.

When my eyes open, they meet his.

And it hits me just how close we’re standing. How long I’ve been in his arms. How my hands are still touching his gorgeous face, my thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

What am I doing?

What are we doing?

His brows draw together, and slowly, his stare drifts lower, down to where my chest is pressed against the solid muscles of his chest. Then back up to my parted lips.

God, I can feel the heat of his stare like a touch.

Time seems to stretch, wrapping around us, closing us into this moment away from the rest of the world.

And then it’s like maybe time doesn’t exist at all. Like all the years and all the frustrations and all the bickering have been wiped away, and it’s just the two of us, here, together.

And I can’t let another breath pass without giving in.

Pushing to my toes, I brush my mouth against his generously full lower lip, sighing at the softness, and kiss this man I’ve been dreaming about kissing for what feels like my entire life.