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He bulldozed into the room. “Thank God,” he murmured with a grin while his hand went directly to my jaw and his lips crashed against mine. His tongue teased my lips apart and swept through my mouth. My hands went to his chest. He didn’t break the kiss as he backed me up until I was against the cool bathroom wall. His strong thigh went between my legs while his hands gently grasped my wrists. He pinned me to the wall while his mouth wandered to my jaw, down my neck, to my boob.

He sucked in and the shock of pleasure made me gasp. “Colt,” I said breathlessly.

Letting go of my wrists to trail his hands down my body, he rasped, “Never want to stop touching you.”

My head was spinning from his touch as he continued trailing my body with kisses. My hands explored his body, and I never wanted to stop either.

But when his hands drifted lower to my undies, I froze up with nerves. Things between us were moving at a lightning speed, and while my body clearly wanted him, my brain was lagging a bit behind. He had a way of making me reckless and out of control, but I needed a second to catch my breath. I mean, before last night I hadn’t even laid eyes on him in years. I needed… I needed a minute.

“Okay,” I said, breathing heavily. My hands landed on his shoulders.

“Okay.” His large hands stilled around my waist and his eyebrows popped up. “I’ll stop?”

I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping my brain wasn’t sabotaging things– like always. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he said with a light laugh. “That is perfectly okay, baby,” he said with an easy grin, standing to his full height.

“Sorry,” I said, gesturing to the tent in his pants.

“Don’t apologize,” he said with a chuckle. But ever so observant, Colt lifted my chin with his finger. “Hey,” he said gently, “I don’t want you to ever be nervous, alright?” His intense gaze bore into me. “You set the pace.”

Feeling a warmth spread through my body, I nodded and smoothed away from him, then dipped into his shower by myself.

23.Colt - Stay

Holy shit. I did not think I could get more attracted to her, but she just blew that theory out of the water. I felt like a fucking teenager again, getting a raging boner from watching her walk away like that. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I knew I needed my own shower to fix this situation.

I stared at the bathroom door and shook my head in amusement. What I wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her. Or to even just be casually in the bathroom with her– to brush my teeth or shave while she showered. We spent ten years apart, now being even an arm’s length apart felt like too much.

While stumbling down the hall to my guest room, I vowed that I’d do everything in my power to gain back her trust and to not to lose her again. I couldn’t. Not when I knew how great we were together. Not when we were both so much happier together.

After showering, I called up our goalie, Henrik, and asked for his wife’s game day attire recommendations. He’d been on the Whalers the longest, and his wife Elsie was always the one organizing family days and wine nights for the significant others, so I figured she’d know best. I honestly didn’t care how much it cost, I wanted a whole ass game day wardrobe delivered to the house for her to choose from, and I’d play my damn hardest tonight so her and Lucy would have a great time.

Dressed in my favorite game day suit– dark blue with barely noticeable white and green plaid stripes– I knocked on my bedroom door to say goodbye to her.

When she propped the door open, her hair was still wet and she wore only an old T-shirt of mine that fluttered around her thighs.

Her eyes flamed as they darted over me, studying my suit. “Wow, you clean up good,” she whispered, patting the lapels of my suit.

Grinning, my hand dipped under the t-shirt and went to her bare waist. “You do, too,” I practically growled.

She giggled as I walked us back into my room and kicked the door shut behind us. I immediately started kissing her neck, and her knees buckled, responding to my touch.

“Colt,” she said in that breathy little voice of hers.

“So fucking beautiful,” I said against her skin.

“We gotta go!” JP bellowed from downstairs, and it was like having cold water dumped down my back.

“Damnit,” I grumbled, making her laugh.

She went to her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Have a good game.”

With my hand resting on her butt, my head totally wasn’t in the game right now. “You’ll stay tonight?”

Her mouth gaped open, then closed. She looked caught in indecision.

“Talk to me,” I said gently, brushing her hair behind her ear. I needed to know what was going on in that head of hers.

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