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I melt against him and let him take what he wants. His hand is firm in my hair, tugging gently to tilt my mouth open more for him, and he lets out a low, pleased groan.

He pulls back to meet my eyes, and in his gaze, heat flickers with amusement at whatever my expression looks like.

He starts to smile. “Hi.”

My three remaining brain cells help me blink. “Hi.”

He smiles wider. “You’re so fucking cute.” He doesn’t let me go, though. We’re in the middle of the box, surrounded by the rest of the team, and my skin prickles with the weight of their gazes.

“Everyone can see us,” I whisper.

“Mhm.” He pulls me into a hug and presses his mouth to my temple in a sweet kiss.

On the other side of the room, Hazel, Rory, and Alexei watch us. Hazel wiggles her eyebrows, smiling, Rory’s grinning broadly, and even Alexei’s expression looks warmer than usual.

My mouth quirks into a teasing smile as I slide my hand down onto Hayden’s butt and grab it, and he drops his head back, laughing.

CHAPTER 51

HAYDEN

“You sure you’regoing to be okay on your own?” I ask as Darcy pulls up to the departures area at the airport.

It’s our last away game stretch of the season, and I don’t want to leave her.

“I promise.” She gives me a quick grin. “I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” I like taking care of her, though, and I like making sure she has enough food in the fridge. “You can call or text anytime. Or you can call my parents if you need help with something.”

She nods, resting her gaze on me, and something in my chest tugs. Things are finally on the right track for us, and leaving now feels all wrong. But I know taking things slow and giving her time to process is a good thing. The last guy rushed her, and I don’t want to end up like him.

My thoughts flick to the unanswered text in my pocket. He’ll be back in Vancouver for a game in a few weeks and wants to meet for a drink to catch up.

I don’t want to see him. As far as I’m concerned, he’s out of our lives, but a part of me wants to lay into him for what he did.

“Have a great trip.” Darcy wears a small, shy smile as hereyes move over my face. She’s been doing this more in the past few days, openly looking at me, studying me.

I like having her full attention.

Heat gathers in my groin, and I lower my mouth to hers, nipping at her bottom lip. She sighs into me, hand flattening on my chest and smoothing over the front of the t-shirt she got me on Valentine’s Day. My favorite t-shirt, my most prized possession.

My body’s frustrated, though, and from the way her nails dig into me, she is, too.Please?she whispered this morning as she ground back against me. It took every ounce of my control not to sink my cock deep inside her.

Not rushing her,I remind myself while I claim her mouth. Giving her time to adjust to this new dynamic between us, a dynamic I want to be permanent. And that means no sex yet.

No matter how badly we both want it.

“You’re going to miss your plane,” she whispers between kisses.

“Whatever.”

She chuckles. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. My heart twists, and I reach for her wrist, toying with the bracelet, brushing my fingers over it, something I seem to do whenever she’s in my vicinity. I kiss her again, pulling a soft, sweet moan from her.

“The back seat’s big enough if you want to change your mind,” she teases, sounding breathless between kisses, and I laugh. “The windows are tinted.”

Fucking hell, I want to hear her come again. I pull back before I get carried away.

“I’m going to miss you,” I admit, meeting her gaze. I’ve never said that to a woman before. It should make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t.

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