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Well, damn. That didn’t really work did it?
Heat and tingles trip down my spine at the sound of his voice behind me.
I’d know that voice anywhere.
It said filthy things to me three months ago. Filthy things that I've thought of over and over. Yes, while using my vibrator. And other times, too.
I take a deep breath, plaster on a smile, and turn to face him.
"Hey, Alexsei."
“You look fucking amazing."
Okay, well, things have changed a little since November. He never used to say things like that to me.
I blow out a breath. "Thanks. You've had a bunch of really great games. Congrats.”
"Thanks. It would've been awesome to see you afterwards and hear you tell me that."
He’s standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen and has his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, but it feels like he's taking up all the space in the kitchen even though it’s a huge room. And all the oxygen. We’re in here alone, and the heat, and the tension, is intense. And my body remembers him. Really well. And wants to be close to him again. My nipples are already hard, my panties are wet, and I have to consciously force myself to look away from his mouth.
"I just thought maybe it was better if we left it alone,” I say.
A decision I am definitely regretting.
"Yeah, I got that message when you snuck out."
"I didn't sneak. It was four a.m. I told you that's what time I get up."
He nods. “Right. You did.” He just studies me for a moment. Then says, "Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. Tell you that you look amazing. Tell you that I think about you all the time. Tell you that I can still taste you on my tongue, and hear the sounds you make when you come, and how your eyes look when I first thrust into you."
My eyes go wide and my heart starts pounding. "Alexsei!"
"Just needed you to know all of that."
Well…now I do. And I won’t be able to stop thinking about that.
I wait for him to ask me to come over. To come home with him tonight. To meet him for a drink. To at least ask what I’m doing after the birthday festivities are over.
But he doesn't.
He just gives me a little smile, then turns and leaves the kitchen.
He’s either still respecting my space or… or what? Nothing. He’s respecting my space. Which makes me want him even more.
I blow out a breath. "Fucking hockey players," I mutter.
"Is he bothering you?"
I jump and swing around, startled. Another man is in the kitchen. Clearly, he came through the other doorway.
It's Owen Phillips, one of the assistant coaches for the Racketeers.
"Oh my God, I didn't see you there. Hi, Coach."
"Hi. Uh, call me Owen."
“Okay, Owen. Uh, hi.” I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know what he heard. If he heard Alexsei say he remembers how I taste and look when he…
