“No way. I want to be tasting and smelling you all morning.”
My core clenches at the thought of him thinking about this even when we’re apart, no matter how gross the idea of what he’s suggesting actually is.
“That sounds like exactly the kind ofdistractionyou’re not supposed to have this season.”
“All right,” he says, like he’s about to broker some sort of deal. “I’ll wash my face so your scent isn’t a distraction, if you let me do this again tonight.”
I was surprised when I heard we weren’t headed back to Boston after the game, but AJ explained that the team tries not to do that unless it’s a short enough flight that they can get back to Boston by midnight, or a longer overnight flight where everyone can just sleep on the plane.
“We’ll see. Maybe if you’re good, and don’t get in any fights during the game or afterward, that can be your reward.”
His eyebrows lift as he gives me a smirk. “I do love a good incentive.”
“At this point, whatever it takes to keep you focused and not on AJ’s shit list,” I say, reaching out to tap his nose. But he grabs my hand, pulling it out of the way and bending down to kiss me goodbye.
“I can’t promise I won’t be thinking about my head between your legs through all of morning skate.” He pushes off the bed and stands there staring down at me.
“Use all that focus and put it toward hockey,” I say with a laugh.
“Maybe. I can’t really leave here without my shirt though,” he says, and when I sit to pull the hem up and over my head, he groans. “I really wish I didn’t have to leave.”
“Go,” I say, handing him his T-shirt and pulling the sheet up to tuck it under my armpits. “You’re not going to let me be a distraction, remember?”
“Hmpf.” The sound rolls around in his throat, but he turns and grabs his phone and his key card off the nightstand. And then he slips out the door, shutting it quietly behind him.
My phone buzzes a minute later.
Aidan
Made it back to my room without running into anyone. Can’t wait to see you again tonight.
My head crashes back into my pillow.It’s not serious. He just wants sex.
But even as I tell myself this, I realize thathewasn’t the one who just came so hard he felt like he turned to stardust. In fact, the only thing he got out of that was pleasuring me. And somehow, that was enough.
Chapter Thirty-Four
AIDAN
Max
Good game tonight! Those two assists were great. I think I’m going to catch a flight up to Boston for Friday’s game. I don’t want to miss opening night.
Aidan
Thanks! But you don’t have to do that, it’ll be on TV.
Max
I know I don’t have to. I want to.
Istand outside her hotel room door waiting for her to answer, and my stomach is twisted in knots. I’m half terrified that one of my teammates is going to walk out of his room and see me here, and half excited at the thrill of sneaking around.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Morgan says as soon as I’ve stepped into her room and the door is shut behind me. She’s looking up at me with those big blue eyes that make me want to agree with anything she says. But I can’t agree with that.
I step toward her, and watch her step back. “Yes, we can.”
My arm shoots behind her and I plant my hand against the wall, halting her progress. “Aidan, this is too risky. AJ told me tonight that they’re still not sure if they’re going to keep Natalie on as an intern, and if they don’t, she may not be able to graduate in May since this internship is a graduation requirement. I tried to take the blame, telling her that I hadn’t talked to Natalie about the etiquette around having a relationship with a player, and if I had, this might not have happened.”
