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As soon as they're out of earshot, I whip around to face Colter again. I think about letting him have it right here in the hallway but grab his shirt instead and drag him down the hall.
"Damn, Trouble. You that excited to get me alone?" he asks, amusement in his voice.
"Only so I can kill you," I growl, dragging him into my office. As soon as the door closes behind us, I whirl to face him. "You told my boss that you're helping me with my story? Are you insane?"
He leans back against the door, smirking. "Missed you too, goddess. How'd you sleep last night? I slept like shit, thanks for asking."
"You…I…you…" I trail off with a muffled growl, which he seems to think is hilarious. His smirk only grows. "You are such a freaking pain in my—"
He moves like lightning striking. One minute, he's leaning against the door. The next, I'm pressed against the wall with his knee wedged between mine and his lips inches from mine. The gold flecks in his eyes threaten to drag me under his spell. Or maybe that's his scent. Or the feel of his body pressed against mine. Or the warmth rushing through me in waves. Or all of it. I don't know. But good grief, it hurts in places it shouldn't.
"That's not pain, Trouble," he murmurs. "That's desire."
For a minute, I think he read my mind, and then I realize he's talking about what I was saying before he interrupted.
"You feel me right here." He grinds his knee against my center.
A blast of pleasure rips through me. I jolt upward, shocked. "Colter!"
"Told you, goddess." His mouth touches mine. "So how about you stop pretending you don't feel anything when we both know I light you up like a livewire?"
"In your dreams," I lie.
He bites my bottom lip. "No, in my dreams, you're on your hands and knees with that ass in the air."
I guess his weren't so different from mine then. Not that I'm telling him that. "How unoriginal," I mutter, feinting boredom even though my entire system threatens to overheat at any moment. "I slept like a baby. Didn't dream at all."
"Liar. I bet I rode you hard in your dreams, didn't I? Did I leave an ache between your thighs, pretty baby?" He licks into my mouth, kissing me as if he's trying to steal my soul. I melt beneath him, melt for him. My God, this man can kiss. "Did you hate waking up without me?" He teases my tongue into an erotic dance before backing off. "I fucking hated waking up without you, Leia."
I'm all twisted around him like a blanket, clinging to him. My mind commands my body to let him go, but my body refuses to cooperate. It's firmly on board with whatever sexual voodoo he's working on me. I think my heart may even be working in his favor.
My head, though? Well, it's a little slower to forgive.
"You were at the arena last night for your story," he says after a moment, perhaps realizing I'm not ready to have the conversation he's pushing for. Not yet.
"I told you that's why I was there."
"Thought you were trying to meet Gordon," he mutters.
And there it is. The reason my head is not on board with the rest of me. A scowl overtakes my expression. I drop my hands from around his neck and push against his chest, trying to force him back a step. "Back up, Colter," I demand, my voice shaking.
He steps back, eyeing me like he thinks I might bite.
"I'm not a puck bunny," I growl.
"I never said you were."
"This is the second time you've accused me of being there to hook up with a player." I cross my arms, glaring at him. "Contrary to popular opinion, not every woman on the planet wants to sleep with every hockey player she comes across."
"I wasn't accusing," he says, his voice soft.
I snort.
"I was conjuring up worst-case scenarios because I was jealous as hell, Leia." Those hazel eyes burn me with sincerity. "Contrary to popular belief, not every hockey player sleeps with every woman he comes across." He flashes that smirk at me again. "I don't fuck around either, but that mouth has been driving me crazy since you broke into the locker room last night."
I roll my eyes, softening incrementally. He means it. I'm not sure how I know he does, I just know. He doesn't think I'm a puck bunny. He isn't trying to sleep with me because he thinks that's what I do. And I don't think this is something he does regularly, either.
"I didn't break into the locker room. I had a press pass."
