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“Just tell me we’re going to be okay. Tell me you care about me. Tell me you want to fucking kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you.”
She gazed into my eyes, a smile slowly growing across her lips. “Yes to all three.”
I backed up a few inches, my blades hitting the ice, and I helped her skate forward while I went backward. Within a few feet, I was lifting her into my arms and holding her against me. Her arms crossed behind myneck, and her legs wrapped around my waist, and I kept an easy pace that wouldn’t scare her.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
“What if you fall?”
“I’m more comfortable on skates than I am walking. Neither of us are falling.” I waited. “Kiss me, Maya—”
Before I even had the last word out, her lips were on mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maya
“So this is what it feels like to be a bird.” I placed my hand on the glass and looked down at the thirty-something stories below me, where the people on the sidewalk and the cars on the streets and lights looked no larger than freckles. I turned just enough to look at Jordan over my shoulder, where he stood behind me with his hands on my waist. A touch I could feel in every part of my body. “You live in the clouds.”
“I prefer to be in the sky rather than on the ground.”
I turned to fully face him. “Why?”
“I don’t like when people are in my business. I didn’t like it when I played for New York, and I like it even less now. So I choose to live all the way up here in a nest.”
I traced the outside of his face, my fingers hitting the roughness of his scruff. “Seems as though your ‘business’ is all over the internet.”
“And now you know why I like the clouds.”
My lips pulled wide. “I thought the security downstairs was going to have to draw my blood before the three extremely large men let me into the elevator.” I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Semi-kidding about the blood, not about the men.”
He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, his hands sliding to my lower back, pulling our bodies even closer together. “I try to keep my personal life as locked down as this fortress, and the same applies for each of my homes. I don’t want paparazzi looking in the windows. I don’t want unwanted guests showing up at the door. I’ve worked hard to keep things as private as possible. Of course, any hacker could find the address to my homes, but it would take an extremely talented burglar to make their way inside, and they’d have to kill several security guards in the process.”
I shook my head as I looked at him. “I’m sorry ...homes? As in you have more than one residence?” My brows rose. “I’m stuck on that, even though I’m blown away by everything else you just said.”
He smiled. “Yes. Homes.”
“And where are these other homes?”
“Are you sure you want to know? And it’s not going to freak you out? We can take this information dump slow if you want.”
“No, I think I can handle it.”
He waited a few seconds before he said, “I still have my condo in Manhattan. That was my home for a long time, and I love that place. I’ve thought about selling it, but I’m just not ready to part with it.”
“Do you ever go there?”
“A handful of times a year. Mostly to attend games, especially if Boston is playing New York. I never miss that face-off.” He stretched his fingers down to the top of my butt. “And I own a house in Windermere Island in the Bahamas. It’s a private island that’s gated. Unless you’re living there or staying at a rental home, you can’t get in. And soon”—his hands moved lower, cupping each of my ass cheeks—“you’re going to visit both homes with me. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you to hit the road with me, since I do travel a lot.”
“And I’m just going to call in sick to work?” I rolled my eyes and laughed. “While I’m off exploring the world with you?”
“You get vacation time, don’t you?”
“Two weeks, along with five days of personal time.”
The air he released trickled across my face. “We’ll have to make the most of those three weeks, then.” He stroked me with his thumb. “I’m hitting you with a lot tonight. You’re finally seeing my place, connecting your assumptions to the real deal. You’re hearing about my homes, my traveling schedule. At some point, I’ll take you downstairs and show you where I house my Porsche collection.”
My eyes widened. “You have a Porsche collection?” I waited for him to start laughing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
