“Question twenty-one.”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Are you going to let me in so you can kiss me?”
The door opens like she was expecting me, and I almost drop my phone when she pulls me inside. In one quick motion, she has a hand at my waist while the other steadies my head as our mouths crash together.
Fuck yes.
I don’t hold back this time, opening my mouth to invite her in as the signed contract falls to the floor.
I’m holding Skye close, and nothing else seems to exist. Not Theo, not the Olympics, not Ollie, Michel, or the company that’s determined to wipe me off the map.
It’s just Skye and me.
She pushes me up against the counter, and I feel myself grinding against her.
What is it that causes me to completely lose my mind with her?
I run my hands through her dark hair, and she moves from my mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking until she reaches my collarbone.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone is at the door. My hair is a wreck, and Skye’s shirt is messed up, but easily fixable.
She looks at me.
“It’s not me out there knocking.” I shrug. “Promise.”
She huffs a laugh and shakes her head as if she’s unsure what to say to that.
The hem of her shirt falls back down to her waist as she walks to the door, and I finger-comb my hair so it’s somewhat tamed.
“Skye,” Paige whispers from the hall. “It’s Rissa.”
I watch as Skye runs a hand down her face and looks back at me. That’s when Paige pokes her head in the door.
“Ah shit, sorry. But I do need your assistance with this. It’s a bit uh… much for the girls and me.”
I swear she’s gagging as she talks. Rissa must be sick? Drunk? Sick from being drunk?
“I’ll be up in five.” Skye closes the door. She walks back to me and brushes a quick kiss on my lips, making my heart flutter. “I’ve gotta go take care of this and make sure she’s okay to play tomorrow. Can I call you?”
I want to scream and cry and throw up all at the same time, but that’s not going to help my case. So, I smile and nod. “Of course. Hopefully, she’s all right.”
Her eyes drop to my lips and I can tell they’re still swollen from our kiss. She drops her forehead to mine and squeezes my thigh. “If she is now, she won’t be when I’m done with her.” Her tone is low and focused as she pulls away.
“I’ll be around,” I tell her. “On your off days, if you get any.”
Skye shrugs and gives me a cocky grin. “Coach said it shouldn’t be as bad as they were telling us it would be.” She kisses me again. “So, you’ll just have to get used to me popping up whenever I find the time.”
With that, she grabs my hand, leading me out of her hotel room.
And just like that, I’m falling for a woman on the Olympic hockey team.
Chapter Fourteen
Skye
