Because he’s finally mine.
“I thought you had a plane to catch,” he muses when I start getting a little carried away, trailing my lips over every inch of his perfect face.
“Unfortunately, I do.”
The reminder is enough to break the spell, and I lower him back to the floor. I don’t let him out of my hold, though, dropping my forehead to his again while keeping him pinned against the wall. My fingers skate over his cheekbone, then his jaw and neck—all the places I want to keep kissing him—as I revel in the feel of his skin against mine.
I want to feel more of it. Fucking every inch of it, actually, and it’s making it really difficult to find a locked door like Sully suggested.
“How long are you staying with your brother?”
“I’m just here for the day. I’ll be on the last flight out tonight.”
He really did come just for me.
The thought has me wanting to kiss him all over again, but I resist the urge, instead asking for what I really want.
“Will you come to my place after you land? I’ll text you the address.”
He nods, but there’s a sinister little smirk on his lips. “Does that mean you’re unblocking me now?”
I let out a pained laugh before groaning. “Yeah, I guess I deserve that, don’t I?”
“You were protecting yourself. I understand. Just don’t do it again.”
“Never. I promise.”
Tilting his chin up with my thumb, I find myself losing my battle of wills by kissing him again to seal the promise. Of course, kissing him like this while he’s backed against the cool cement wall only brings my thoughts back to devouring him in a freaking utility closet or something.
But he was right: I can’t miss my flight, so I somehow find the strength to extricate myself from him long enough to gather my things. I grab his hand, and together, we head out the back of the arena to where the charter coach is waiting. From how filled the cargo holds are, I have a good feeling I’m one of the last ones to get on board, which might not be the best move after my first game with the Blaze, but I don’t have it in me to care.
Well, maybe just alittlebit.
“You’ll let me know when you land?”
“Of course,” I murmur. “Same goes for you, all right?”
He nods before rising up and pressing a final kiss to my lips, then another quick one to my jaw before finally allowing me to toss my bag into the cargo hold and head onto the bus.
I drop down into the seat behind Sully, only for our captain to glance at me over the backrest with suspicion.
“Consorting with the brother of the enemy on your first game, are you?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Oakley Reed may be a Knight, but how quickly you forget Travis Reed played for the Blaze, Old Man.”
“I don’t know,” he says, though I can hear the teasing lilt in his voice. “Still a little too close for comfort, Rook.”
“Well, that’s too goddamn bad for you, because he’s not goinganywhere.”
Never fucking again.
Sully’s quiet for a second, his lips pursed in thought, before he asks, “They don’t have a sister, do they?”
“Nope, sure don’t.”
Instead of answering, he just huffs out a sigh and turns around, facing the front of the bus again. A little chuckle escapes me at his very quick and obvious change of heart while I pull out my phone and quickly do the one thing I promised Logan I’d do: unblock him.
With that out of the way, I quickly type out the address to my apartment back in Chicago and hit send, only to write out a second text and send that one too.
