Just as she’d expected. Jerome nailed the first two goals against Clint almost immediately.
But then Clint got one back.
Nika started watching less of the game and more of the man. Despite his size, Clint moved lightly. And those big hands that had occupied so much of her waking thoughts last night had a control and finesse that was unexpected. Just as how gentle they had been when he’d cradled her face to kiss her. It had shocked her into stillness not to be grabbed or pinned or dragged forward, but instead to be cradled. For a top-tier warrior to possess such a soft caress had been an electrifying contrast—right down to her toes.
She liked Clint. And even before that kiss, had been thinking what fun it might be to bed the man. Big, handsome warriors didn’t typically do much for her, b
