Worth The Shot (The Bannister Brothers #2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jennie Marts
motionless, frozen. Waiting. Hoping. Dying—for him to kiss her.
The song in her ear hit a low, sweet chord, the melody lingering on a phrase, the singer’s voice holding one long, stirring note. The note ended, and the singer let out a breathy sigh—the sound soft and sensual.
And he kissed her.
Light. A soft whisper against her lips.
Every nerve in her body shot to life, heat pulsing through her core. Her lips parted, barely, just enough to release her own sigh, and he took her mouth. Took it in an onslaught of passion and desire.
Her chest arched slightly toward him, but otherwise their bodies remained still, all of their focus on their lips and that one spectacular kiss.
She felt the kiss through every molecule in her body, all the way to her toes. Her hand gripped the armrest, as if it were anchoring her to the seat, as if she had to hold on, or she’d float into the atmosphere on the breathtaking power of that kiss.
His lips were soft and tasted like the sweet spearmint flavor of his gum. The scent of his aftershave surrounded her like a cloak—filled her senses with traces of him—and she wanted to sink into the essence of him.
Shimmers of pleasure shot through her, and she kissed him back with a fierce and hungry need. Where had that come from? She wanted to melt into his lips and wrap her legs around his waist at the same time.
His hand slid up her neck, his fingers weaving into her hair as he cupped the back of her neck. Flames of heat filled her as he kissed her again, his tongue slipping between her lips, as he tasted her.
Her hand slid up and clutched his arm—his ridiculously hard, muscled arm—and all she could do was hold on. Hold on and try not to shatter into a million pieces as he consumed her, body and soul.
They suddenly hit a hard patch of turbulence, and the plane dipped a fraction, filling the air with a feeling of panic. They broke apart, breathing hard as the passengers around them woke up, startled by the sudden drop. They hadn’t really been alone. They’d been surrounded by people. People that now sat forward, rustling in their seats, and murmuring about the rough ride.
The captain’s voice crackled through the intercom assuring the passengers that everything was all right, that they were passing through a storm but were approaching their final descent, and to please keep their seatbelts fastened.
Addison fell back against her seat, the earbud pulling loose from her ear, and the absence of the music was like a splash of cold water on her face. What the hell had she been doing? Kissing a perfect stranger on a plane?
She rubbed her kiss-bruised lips and snuck a glance at her seat mate. He looked as startled as she felt, as if he were just waking up from a dream. Then his eye caught hers, and his face broke into a grin. A sweet, heartbreakingly gorgeous grin.
Okay, maybe not a perfect stranger. Maybe not a stranger at all. And maybe he was kind of perfect.
Another rumble of the plane, and he sat back against his seat, pulling his seatbelt tighter across his lap. He picked up her hand and held it tightly against his leg.
Chapter Two
Bane Bannister sat in a hard chair across from his new boss. Or who might be his new boss, he wasn’t sure.
He hadn’t planned to have a new boss at all. But he also hadn’t planned to break that guy’s nose in the last game. And he definitely hadn’t planned to have his coach trade him off the team.
He’d played hockey for the Colorado Summit for the past five years. He loved the team, loved that he got to play for his home state, and, best of all, loved that he got to play on the same team as his little brother, Owen.
He and his brother had a reputation for fighting, the Summit fans dubbing the duo the Bannister Brawlers. He kind of liked it.
But the Brawlers seemed to have had a string of bad games, getting more than their share of penalties and causing too many game delays. The coach had warned them they needed to
The song in her ear hit a low, sweet chord, the melody lingering on a phrase, the singer’s voice holding one long, stirring note. The note ended, and the singer let out a breathy sigh—the sound soft and sensual.
And he kissed her.
Light. A soft whisper against her lips.
Every nerve in her body shot to life, heat pulsing through her core. Her lips parted, barely, just enough to release her own sigh, and he took her mouth. Took it in an onslaught of passion and desire.
Her chest arched slightly toward him, but otherwise their bodies remained still, all of their focus on their lips and that one spectacular kiss.
She felt the kiss through every molecule in her body, all the way to her toes. Her hand gripped the armrest, as if it were anchoring her to the seat, as if she had to hold on, or she’d float into the atmosphere on the breathtaking power of that kiss.
His lips were soft and tasted like the sweet spearmint flavor of his gum. The scent of his aftershave surrounded her like a cloak—filled her senses with traces of him—and she wanted to sink into the essence of him.
Shimmers of pleasure shot through her, and she kissed him back with a fierce and hungry need. Where had that come from? She wanted to melt into his lips and wrap her legs around his waist at the same time.
His hand slid up her neck, his fingers weaving into her hair as he cupped the back of her neck. Flames of heat filled her as he kissed her again, his tongue slipping between her lips, as he tasted her.
Her hand slid up and clutched his arm—his ridiculously hard, muscled arm—and all she could do was hold on. Hold on and try not to shatter into a million pieces as he consumed her, body and soul.
They suddenly hit a hard patch of turbulence, and the plane dipped a fraction, filling the air with a feeling of panic. They broke apart, breathing hard as the passengers around them woke up, startled by the sudden drop. They hadn’t really been alone. They’d been surrounded by people. People that now sat forward, rustling in their seats, and murmuring about the rough ride.
The captain’s voice crackled through the intercom assuring the passengers that everything was all right, that they were passing through a storm but were approaching their final descent, and to please keep their seatbelts fastened.
Addison fell back against her seat, the earbud pulling loose from her ear, and the absence of the music was like a splash of cold water on her face. What the hell had she been doing? Kissing a perfect stranger on a plane?
She rubbed her kiss-bruised lips and snuck a glance at her seat mate. He looked as startled as she felt, as if he were just waking up from a dream. Then his eye caught hers, and his face broke into a grin. A sweet, heartbreakingly gorgeous grin.
Okay, maybe not a perfect stranger. Maybe not a stranger at all. And maybe he was kind of perfect.
Another rumble of the plane, and he sat back against his seat, pulling his seatbelt tighter across his lap. He picked up her hand and held it tightly against his leg.
Chapter Two
Bane Bannister sat in a hard chair across from his new boss. Or who might be his new boss, he wasn’t sure.
He hadn’t planned to have a new boss at all. But he also hadn’t planned to break that guy’s nose in the last game. And he definitely hadn’t planned to have his coach trade him off the team.
He’d played hockey for the Colorado Summit for the past five years. He loved the team, loved that he got to play for his home state, and, best of all, loved that he got to play on the same team as his little brother, Owen.
He and his brother had a reputation for fighting, the Summit fans dubbing the duo the Bannister Brawlers. He kind of liked it.
But the Brawlers seemed to have had a string of bad games, getting more than their share of penalties and causing too many game delays. The coach had warned them they needed to
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