“Winters will?—”
“Fuck Winters.”
Then he’s kissing me, and I’m done pretending this isn’t exactly what I wanted the second he walked in.
His mouth is demanding, confident, tasting like victory and sweat, and my legs wrap around his waist automatically, pulling him closer. He groans against my lips.
“Your shoulder—” I gasp when he moves to my neck.
“Is fine,” he mutters against my skin. “Stop being my PT for five fucking minutes.”
His hands are everywhere—my waist, my back, sliding under my team polo. My fingers trace the muscles of his shoulders, his back, checking by instinct for any sign of weakness, finding only solid strength.
“Marnie.” He pulls back just enough to look at me, pupils blown, breathing hard. “We need to talk about this.”
“Now?” My hands are still in his hair. “Right now?”
“Before I do something that gets us both fired.”
Someone pounds on the door.
We freeze.
“Doc?” Jake’s voice, carefully neutral. “Media’s asking about the captain’s first game back. Need him for a quote.”
Roman drops his forehead against mine, laughing quietly. “Cockblocked by media obligations.”
“Professional hazard.”
But I’m smiling too, breathless and flushed and completely wrecked.
“Tomorrow,” he says, not a question. “We talk about this tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Marnie. No more avoiding.”
“I know.”
He steps back, and the loss of contact is physical. I slide off the table, trying to smooth my hair, my shirt, anything to look less like I was just making out with my patient.
“DOC?” Jake calls again.
“Coming!” I yell back, then catch Roman’s expression. “Don’t. Not one word.”
“Didn’t say anything.”
But his grin is filthy.
I unlock the door and yank it open.
Jake takes one look at us and sighs.
“You two are terrible at this,” he informs us. “Your hair’s a mess, Doc. Cap, you have lip gloss on your neck. Also, there are cameras everywhere in this hallway, so maybe cool it for like five minutes?”
“Cameras?” My voice comes out higher than intended.
“Relax, they’re off right now for player privacy. But they won’t be in ten minutes when media gets access.” He looks between us. “So whatever this is? Figure it out. Soon. Because you’re not subtle and Winters is absolutely looking for ammunition.”
