Since I was a kid, making it into the World Hockey League was the ultimate goal. No relationship could match my first love, and after my rough childhood, I wasn't putting my heart on the line.
When Bellerive makes a successful bid to move the Califo...
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The minute Logan comes out of the team dressing room, he stops in front of me, frames my face and gives me the longest, slowest kiss. It's soft lips, the bristly scrape of his beard, minty breath, and a hint of tongue.
And god, if my knees don't almost give out.
Whatever pheromones he summons should be sold as a lust potion. On instinct, I grab the lapels of his suit, and that only makes him deepen the kiss. Hell, yes.
How wrong is it that I'd let him do whatever he wanted right here in the hallway, and I might not even notice that other people exist? If being with him didn't feel so good, those thoughts would scare the shit out of me. Those kinds of thoughts are ones that will make me forget how easily trust can be broken and then wielded like a weapon.
"You gave me the best surprise," he mutters between kisses, "and you should be thoroughly rewarded."
"Is that what's happening right now?" I ask, breathless.
"Not even close." He tugs me tighter. "We won today, and we weren't predicted to. Means I don't need sleep tonight. We can lose tomorrow. I won't even care."
"Not true," I murmur before kissing him again. "That's not how you really feel."
"I'm feeling all kinds of things right now, doc. Most of them aren't hockey related."
"Anyone got popcorn?" Radek asks, his Czech accent pronounced, and other players and their wives or girlfriends laugh along. "Seems like Bishop actually knows what he's doing. Might be a good show, after all."
Logan releases a deep sigh, and he frames my face again, his forehead touching mine. "Radek thought I was a virgin," he says, his voice deep and rumbly with desire.
I can't help the laugh that bursts out, and the corners of Logan's lips quirk up before he turns to face Radek, his hand still on my lower back.
"A virgin?" I ask.
Radek gives an exaggerated shrug. "Young hot shot had little interest in women on the road or at home. Thought maybe he was shy or inexperienced."
"He's not shy," I confirm. "Or inexperienced." Hearing what I sort of already suspected—that Logan hasn't had a woman waiting in every city—causes a flutter in my stomach. He already made me feel safe, but I'm also becoming sure I can trust him on other levels too.
"I see he is very confident," Radek says. "Actually, the whole WHL sees this now. That fancy goal, just to get some—"
"Do not go there. You already know I'm not taking any shit where she's concerned," Logan practically growls. "Don't you need to catch the bus?"
"Are you two coming...on the bus?" He raises his eyebrows and gives us a cheeky smile.
"Tamiko got us a car," I say. She wants Logan and I seen together as much as possible, but after the show he put on without even realizing it, that might be more than enough. "Coach Keller is aware."
