Page 155 of Tangled up in You

“This is going to be amazing.” Sasha grinned, bouncing on her toes. “I can’t wait to get on the ice.”

“We’re going to win, Sash. I feel it. This is our year to shine.”

Wyatt guided her toward the elevators. He was also a patient of Kai’s. Where she had to conquer her fear of being assaulted again and her fear of the ice, Wyatt’s partners had a bad habit of leaving him for someone “seasoned.” It was like they used Wyatt until a better opportunity came along. Trust didn’t come easy for Wyatt or Sasha. “We’re in luck. Jenny said some of the figure skating team got suites when they checked in. Seems we’re one of the few, too.”

“As long as we don’t have to share a room with Jenny and Evgeni, everything else is gravy,” she said, stepping into the waiting lift. “I think I’m going to take her advice and grab a cat nap while we’re up there.”

Wyatt hummed. “A kitten nap with you sound amazing right now.”

Heat sizzled below the surface, warming her while a coil of anticipation encircled her.

Trust came in several different forms for them. Most of which took time to build. One aspect of their relationship, which seemed to protect them on and off the ice, was their sexual chemistry. Having thatitquality, kept people guessing. Sasha noticed it the first time her and Wyatt met on the ice with Jenny and Evgeni. The spark was instantaneous. Nevertheless, learning their strengths and weaknesses took hundreds of hours to connect on and overcome. Those hours also allowed them to explore their relationship on a deeper level too.

They also watchedThe Cutting Edgeabout a million times. Obviously, she was Doug and Wyatt was Kate. And, yes, Wyatt did get her a few times with the toe-pick. So, she paid him back in kind and put him in a pair of hockey skates.

Hilarity ensued.

That was the first time Wyatt kissed her.

Now, when the itch struck, they turned to each other to satisfy their needs, keeping up appearances for the paparazzi. It was hard enough navigating her new world. Doing so while dating? Never. It was easier to find comfort in each other’s arms, than it was to find someone outside the sport. Not having to worry about a circuit filled with playboys and douche nozzles, bonus points. “I’d love to cuddle with you.” Sasha tucked her hand into Wyatt’s. “I really hope our room faces the mountains. I’d leave the curtains open every night while we’re here.”

“Voyeur... I like it,” he teased, licking his bottom lip before leaning into her. “Do you think if I fucked you against the window, everyone below would see us?”

“What if I want to be the one fucking you?” She locked gazes with him and arched a brow.

Wyatt’s gaze intensified, becoming pools of liquid mercury. His lips parted as his breath left him on a shudder. Sensual heat radiated off him in waves of arousal. “You serious, Sash? You want to do that here?”

She lifted her shoulder as the elevator dinged. “Might relieve a little stress for both of us.”

“So, you brought it with you? The stuff? You packed everything?” His eyes widened at the idea she’d want to try again. Hadn’t she said as much after the first time and the second? Pegging was different. Impowering. The high from it was amazing.

“Guess you’ll have to find out, huh?” she whispered, stepping off the car onto their floor. “Uh...”

Wyatt glanced up when she did. “Whoa... None of this looks right. Maybe we got off on the wrong floor?”

“I don’t think so. The numbers on the envelope correspond to those on the doors.” She frowned, walking along the spacious hall. As far as she could tell, there were only five doors on that level. “This... This can’t be right.”

“Here’s our room though,” he said, pulling the card free from the holder. When he swiped it through the scanner, the lights turned green, and the lock disengaged. “Well, maybe their idea of suite and ours is two different things.”

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed, stepping in behind him.

“No fucking way!” He grinned, turning toward her. “No fucking way.”

The first thing she spotted when she stepped inside was the glass doors leading to the balcony overlooking the mountains. To the right was a kitchen fully stocked if they wanted to cook for themselves. To the left, a small, cozy living room. With each step she took deeper into the room, the more confused she became.What the hell?Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed thebedroom that was just as big as the kitchen and living room combined. “This isn’t a suite.”

“No,” Wyatt replied. “It’s an apartment, or maybe a penthouse?” He came out of a bathroom she hadn’t even noticed, flushed and excited. “We have a private bedroom with the same view as the living room.” He let out a wild whoop of excitement and clapped his hands, breaking the din of silence. “Come here, you.”

Wyatt gathered her up in his arms and twirled her around. When his lips brushed hers, she ran her fingernails through the short curls at the nape of his neck and tugged. His groan of approval as he deepened the kiss, set her on fire. Everything about the room could wait. Wyatt palmed her ass, allowing her to wrap her legs more securely around his waist. The twinge of stiffness from sitting in the car for so long had her readjusting her leg so not to pull at her knee.

Some habits and fears took longer to break.

“You good?” He rubbed his nose across her.

“Yes,” she answered. “Stiff from the long drive.”

“I know how to work those kinks out.”

She hummed. “Do you? Or did you want me to show you how it’s done?”

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