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My voice grew breathless as his warmth penetrated deep into my bones. “Colton, we have to get focused for the game.”

He gripped my chin, holding my stare with his. “I’ll get focused just fine.”

He dipped his nose down, running it along the pulse point of my neck. My head tilted to the side, a soft sigh dropping from my lips. His hand moved away from my chin and slid down the front of my body, his palm cupping my aching breasts. My nipples puckered tightly against my bra as his breath fanned over the sensitive area where my neck met my shoulder, and I silently praised myself for having picked a bra with a bit of padding.

Not much, but enough to hide how absolutely wanton I was for his man.

“Colton,” I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe.

“I love the way you say my name,” he growled lowly.

“Colton, we ca—mmph.”

His lips found mine in a heated kiss that stole the very breath from my lungs. His tongue invaded me, prodding against mine and laving against the roof of my mouth. Fucking hell, did the gods teach this man to kiss or something? I felt my knees grow weak and he pinned me back to the wall. He cupped my cheek, keeping my head tilted back as his hips rocked against mine. His leg pressed in between my thighs. He pinned me to the wall with his weight. I tilted my head to the side, deepening our kiss.

He pulled away just so we could come up for air.

“Well,” I said breathlessly, panting softly as his forehead descended against mine.

“Well,” he said in that comforting, rumbling voice of his.

Like tires over a gravel walkway, I tell ya. “Guess we should, uh, well, guess I should… uh…”

He chuckled. “Take your time. I’ve got all of it in the world for you.”

I shot him a look, but dear fucking hell, my pussy pounded at his words.

He had the best words.

“Well, get to the locker room before those guys come searching for you,” I said.

His eyes searched mine before he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll look for you.”

I stood to my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “And I’ll cheer for you.”

Then, before I had a chance to get caught up in him again, I reached for the doorknob of his office door and gave it a quick turn. He took a few steps back from me, now that our lives were exposed to the rest of the stadium, and I gave him one last smile before I slipped out into the hallway.

Time to go get a seat so that I could get some good footage for Dani.

After all, I wasn’t giving up on convincing her to come to a game.

Especially when I thought she’d be a great date for Jett.

35

COLTON

Watching her walk out of my office hurt. I wanted to drag her back in, sit her down on my desk, and fuck that jersey right off her back. What I really needed to do was get her my old number. A jersey with my number from the team I used to play on.

I had to think about grandmas in cardigans fiddling with their false teeth just to shut my cock down before I walked into the locker room.

And the second I smelled the rubber of those pucks and the sharpness of ice-covered blades, I drew in a deep breath.

“When I was ten years old, I almost drowned in a lake,” I said as I walked slowly through the locker room, demanding their attention with my voice, one by one. “Had it not been for my mother diving into that body of water, I never would’ve learned that I preferred standing on ice instead of swimming in it.”

I turned to face the young eyes of the team whose attention I had. I clasped my hands behind my back. “But it wasn’t until I was nineteen years old and watching some Star Trek episode with my mother that I realized why I loved the ice so much. Why water, in all of its forms, calls to me. Just like it calls to you, guys. To your skates. To your souls. To your futures.”

My voice bellowed as I continued my opening speech. “Water cleanses. Water carries away. Water carves, and erodes, and builds. It heats and creates gas, fueling energy. It solidifies, giving it the ability to bear weight. Water is all-encompassing. Water is nutritive. Water is what we are, after all. Seventy-fucking-percent of us is nothing but water. Which means that water out there? That solidified water your blades are about to own? We own that water. That water is us. That water is in our blood. In our veins. In our souls.”