"Don't flatter yourself, Lane."
"Wasn't talking about me." His grin tilts wicked. "I meant you."
"Mm-hmm." I loop my arms around his neck, the sleeves of his jacket sliding down my wrists. "And what's your professional,ambassadorialopinion?"
"Professionally?" He pretends to weigh it, his head tipping side to side. "I think it's a tie."
"That's a cop-out answer."
"That's adiplomaticanswer." He leans in, his nose brushing mine. "Personally? I think the twists are going to crush the competition."
"You're biased."
"Wildly." His voice drops, low, warm and delicious. "I'm biased about everything that has anything to do with you, Morrison. Get used to it."
I rise on my toes and kiss him. It’s soft, sweet, a promise.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, and suddenly it’s not soft anymore. It’s hungry. Possessive. His hands slide down to grip my ass through the silk of my dress, pulling me flush against him. I can feel every hard inch of him, and a bolt of pure, liquid heat shoots straight to my core.
He breaks the kiss, breathing ragged. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 15
Colt
For the first time in forever, I don't wake up alone.
I don't wake up to the sterile quiet of my apartment. I don't wake up to the low-grade anxiety of another day with no purpose, no ice, no team.
No. This morning I wake up with my shirtless body pressed to Zoey's back, my arm slung over her waist and my face buried in the messy, vanilla-scented waves of her hair.
And my morning wood is pressed firmly against the soft, perfect curve of her ass.
A low groan rumbles in my chest, half-awake, half-dreaming.
I shift to peek beneath the sheets just a little, only to see the smooth warm curve of her bare back leading to the swell of her ass that's barely concealed by dark, lacy fabric that parts perfectly between her two pale, rounded cheeks.
I rock my hips against it, and fuck, the friction is so good I almost come right there in my boxers.
Zoey murmurs something in her sleep, a soft, unintelligible sound that makes her hips shift back against me.
Oh, fuck me.
Heat floods my veins as my cock throbs against her, desperate for more.
Last night at The Den flashes through my brain in a haze of champagne bubbles, flashing purple and gold lights, and the taste of her lips as we stumbled through her apartment door, laughing and whispering, both of us still buzzing from the high of the launch party.
It went perfectly.
My hockey brothers. Heractualbrothers. The whole damn town seeing us together.
And now, here.
In her bed. Tangled in her sheets,finally.
I kiss the nape of her neck, soft at first, then open my mouth against her skin, tasting pure sweetness. My hand slides up from her waist until my palm finds the warm, heavy weight of her breast.
Her nipple is already hard against my palm, and I roll the tight peak gently between my fingers.
