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She's in love with me. Ah, goddamn. I've never heard anything sweeter.
"You aren't going to lose me, little one," I murmur, running my lips across her forehead. I kiss both of her eyelids, tasting the tears still shimmering in her lashes and then her cheeks and lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Haven't you figured it out by now?"
"Figured what out?"
"I'm crazy about you, Rebel."
"What?"
"I've been in love with you, maybe since the first time I met you."
She inhales a sharp breath, her entire body falling still. "You're in love with me?" She pushes against my shoulders, forcing me back far enough so she can see my face. The suspicious look on her face makes me smile. "Are you insane?"
"Quite possibly," I growl, dragging her back into my arms. "I love you, Parker Michaud. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."
"What about Jonas?"
"Jonas isn't a problem for me, little one. He never has been. I've just been waiting for you to fall in love with me so we can be done with this hiding shit. I don't want to hide the way I feel about you from him or anyone else."
"But the Playoffs," she protests.
"Fuck the Playoffs." I drag her jersey up her body and then lift her to strip it over her head before laying her back on the bed. Her blonde hair splays across the pillows in waves, those two pink streaks framing her face. She's so fucking beautiful. "Hockey is just a game. This is life, little one. This is our future. That matters more than any trophy or championship."
"You're right. We'll tell him." She bites her lip. "But maybe after the next game so you're not on a plane together in case he's really mad."
I consider arguing and then decide there's no reason we have to tell him right this minute. A few more days won't hurt.
I pull my shirt off over my head and drop it off the side of her bed.
She isn't crying anymore, but she eyes me warily.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you naked," I answer, slipping one hand into the waistband of her leggings. "You need to be held, but you've got far too many clothes on."
"Oh." She tries to hide it, but I see the flash of disappointment in her eyes. She wants more than skin-to-skin contact.
"I'd be inside you in a heartbeat, but I don’t think that's what you need right now, Rebel. You need to be loved."
Her expression softens. She sits up, forcing me to back off a little. I end up on my back beside her, staring up as she crawls over me.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you naked." She throws my words back at me with a vixen smile. "You need to be touched, but you've got far too many clothes on."
"Rebel, little one." I groan as her hand brushes over my erection. "Don't tempt a desperate man. I don't have the control tonight."
"Good." Her blue eyes meet mine, full of intent as she tugs my zipper down. "Lose control then, Kellan. Make love to me."
Jesus. There's no resisting the carnal command in her voice or the desire burning in her eyes. I want this too goddamn badly to even try.
One palm lands against my abdomen, setting me on fire as she works to get my pants off. I don't try to stop her this time. She can do whatever she wants, have what she wants. So long as her hands are on me, I'm hers to command.
The tip of her tongue pokes from between her lips as she concentrates on getting my pants down over my hips. As soon as she realizes I'm not wearing anything underneath them, her eyes darken.
"You don't have it covered." She's so cute. I've had my tongue in her ass, and she's been in a damn sex club, but she still can't say cock.
"Didn't want to take the time when I knew you needed me."
