Page 102 of Play Maker

“Go back to your rooms,” Dane ordered. “Separately.”

I didn’t let go of Jace and I had no intention of listening to my captain.

“Or don’t,” Dane muttered as he walked off.

Thankfully, in the opposite direction of Jace’s room.

“What did you do?” Jace whispered as he smiled at me.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Kissing me like that in front of Dane.”

“Are you telling me you didn’t like it?”

Jace’s flushed cheeks said it all.

“Dane needs to know that I’m all in when it comes to you. I don’t want there to be any doubt. Not for him, but most importantly, not for you,” I admitted, staring deep into Jace’s eyes. “And we’re wasting time.”

I steered Jace down the hallway, his body tight to mine, my hand on his hip, his scent teasing me. There was no way I was letting go of Jace.

Not now, not tomorrow, maybe not ever.

“I can walk just fine on my own,” Jace replied. “Someone might see.”

“They might,” I replied and slid my hand over his ass, squeezing tight. “But no, I’m not letting go.”

Jace shivered. I saw it, and I felt it.

“Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to your cave,” he quipped.

“If we didn’t have an upcoming hockey championship to claim, I would.” I swatted his ass. “Give me the key card.”

Jace pulled it out of his front pocket and handed it over.

“Any more demands?” he asked when we stopped in front of his room.

I chuckled and swiped the key.

“Lots of them.”

I opened the door and ushered him inside. The room was your standard hotel; two queen beds covered in white linens, brown and black patterned carpeting, with a lounge chair, desk, and a lamp in the corner. The olive-colored curtains were open, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the snowy rooftops of the city.

“Completely stunning,” I admitted.

“Albany in the winter?” Jace quipped as he walked ahead of me.

“I’m not talking about the view of the city,” I replied as I stared at him, watching his confident strut and the way those snug jeans clung to his ass and thighs.

But Jace didn’t look back at me. He walked to stand in front of the window instead, placing one hand on the glass.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, dropping the card on the nightstand between the two beds.

He dropped his forehead on the window.

“Jace?” I repeated as I walked to stand behind him, reaching for his shoulders.

They were tense under my fingertips.

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