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He pinched the bridge of his nose, a look of bemusement coming over his face before he whispered, “This was so stupid. We weren’t doing anything wrong. We didn’t need to hide.”
“Then do you want to go back to skating?” I whispered back.
“Not now. It’ll look sketchy as hell, the two of us popping out of the penalty box.”
“You are sketchy as hell,” I whispered back. “You know something you aren’t telling me. Or you’re a creepy serial killer who watches me all the time because you’re planning to make a shrine out of my clavicles—”
His brows arched. I expected a denial, but he ran his fingertip over one of my clavicles, the movement sensual even through my hoodie. “One of these tiny things? I could find better clavicles for a shrine.”
My lips parted in mock offense. Then I remembered not to let the cute hockey boy distract me. “Just talk to me. Please.”
“You already said I’m better at kissing than talking,” he reminded me, then suddenly shifted onto his back, lying on the cold, hard floor. He grabbed my hips and swung me over so I straddled him.
“You’re insane,” I whispered. “And extremely transparent.”
“When it comes to you,” he admitted. Then his big hand wound through my hair before he used my hair to pull me down to him, until we were nose to nose. “I just can’t resist you, Kennedy. I’m sorry. I can’t stay away.”
His tone, and his words, seemed teasing.
But there was an edge that looked like genuine anguish in his gaze.
He tugged my face down to his for a long, slow kiss. I felt myself rock forward against him greedily, wanting more of him. A faint sigh escaped my lips, and I pressed them together tightly, afraid to make any sound. From the faint sounds, it seemed as if the coach and player were so close to us now.
Then mercifully, they stopped.
“You get me into so much trouble,” Sebastian mouthed, looking amused as he gazed up at me. His fingers gently stroked my hair, pushing it back behind my ear. His deep blue eyes danced as he surveyed my face, as if he liked to look at me. Needed to look at me.
“You’re telling me the trainer is wrong?” Reed sounded disbelieving. “You’re sure you’ll be fine on the ice for the rest of the season?”
“I’m saying I’m fine for this week’s game. She’s too careful, you know she is.” It was Carter’s rough voice.
Sebastian froze, and a look of worry crossed his face. God, the way these guys looked out for each other was too cute.
“You don’t think he’s ready,” I whispered back to him.
He shook his head. Then he pulled me close, so my head was pillowed on his chest, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. It felt sweet and cozy, being here like this with him, even when we were hiding.
I turned my face to kiss his throat, his smooth-shaven cheek. He let out a faint groan of longing, then captured my lips with his. The two of us traded more wild kisses, and I shifted onto my knees on top of him so I could kiss him more deeply.
He tugged my hoodie up, bringing my shirt along with it. The cold air of the stadium nipped at my exposed skin, and when he pushed my bra cup down, my nipple beaded against the frosty air—before he captured it in his warm mouth.
"Did you think about what I said?" the coach's deep voice echoed through the empty space around us.
“I promise, I’ve got it,” Carter said.
Their footsteps faded away as they exited the rink.
I didn’t want to stop, and I was afraid that Sebastian would pull away now that we didn’t have to hide any longer.
Instead, his fingertips played across my skin like a seasoned pianist playing a familiar tune. His hand cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple in a way that sent a surge of longing through my aching core, as his lips teased against my throat again. I rocked against him hungrily, and I couldn't help but reach out to him, gripping him through his pants.
"Damn, you're good at this," Sebastian murmured, his breath hot against my neck. I could feel his excitement growing beneath my touch, mirroring my own.
"Have to keep up with you somehow," I teased, brushing my fingers against his growing erection. He bit back a groan, the sound sending thrills down my spine.
"Keep going and you might just find yourself in more trouble than you bargained for," he warned playfully before capturing my lips in a fiery kiss.
Funny that getting fired felt like the least of my fears when it came to these men. Somehow, I felt sure that they were the doorway to my past…or the doorway to my destruction.
