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Ryan stayed by my side through the baggage check-in process. Thanks to the impromptu meeting at the hockey rink, we didn't have much time to spare—my flight was leaving soon. But there was one last thing I wanted to do before we said goodbye.
“I better run to the bathroom before I get on that plane,” I told Ryan, thankful I'd worn a skirt today.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I told him to give me his hand. I made him open his fingers, then stuffed something into his palm, and made him squeeze his fingers tightly shut around it.
“Now don't peek at that until you're in your car,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.
“Iknowwhat this is, Ella,” he said, sounding dark and accusatory, but undeniably turned on.
I bit my lip. “I was just wearing them.”
“I know. I can feel your warmth.”
“And what do you think?”
“That's so hot,” he growled. “But I told you, I threw my collection away.”
“Start a new one. This time, they'll be just mine.”
He swallowed, loudly, and a thrill swept over me when I noticed the way his Adam's apple moved hungrily in his neck.
“Do you like that idea?” I asked him quietly.
“Yes,” he whispered. He pulled me near and kissed me, deep and passionately. My body pressed against his, and I could feel his hardness growing in his pants …
“Uh oh,” I whispered, sneaking a hand between his legs. “You're awfully excited.”
“I want you so bad,” he whispered, and hemeantit, because his words sent a shiver down my spin, and terrible ideas began to fill my head: did we have enough time for a quickie? What if the two of us turned right around and rushed out to the parking garage for one last moment together? Thinking about riding Ryan in the passenger seat of his BMW, I couldfeelthe stifling, window-fogging heat building between us … hell, who evencaresif I missed my flight? I could just get another one.
But I shook my head, and sanity returned. I couldn't just throw everything aside. I had a schedule; I had to return to work.
“I need to catch that plane,” I told him sadly.
He clutched me tighter. “I'm so glad I met you, Ella.”
“Me too.”
“Thanks for making our condo look like nice, by the way. It looks like actual humans live there now.”
“You're so welcome!” I patted his cheek. “So … I guess this is it?”
“Until next week,” he said.
“Next week,” I agreed.
We shared one last goodbye kiss, our tender lips so juicy, sweet and yet mournful.
And then I had to tear myself out of his strong arms.
Ryan stood and watched through the glass partition as I made my way through security. Before I disappeared from view, we gave each other one last bittersweet smile and reluctant wave.
I mouthed the words:next week.
He mouthed back:can't wait.
Chapter 33
A Little More Hockey
