I reached for the small round bell and pressed it. I was about to find out what was on Killian’s mind.
He opened the door and before I could get out a greeting, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, pushing the door closed behind me.
I gave a small cry of surprise as he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth warm and familiar on mine.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
“I missed you, too. It’s been two long days.”
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you if I came up to your office.”
He slid my coat off my shoulders and tossed it on a worn brown sofa. I got my first look at his place. The walls were bare and white. There was just a couch, a coffee table and a television in the living room. Open boxes were spread out on the floor.
He was packing.
“What’s this?” I asked, gesturing at the boxes.
“Let’s sit down,” he said, leading me to the couch.
He kept my hand in his and he turned to face me as we got comfortable.
“I talked to Orion and the coach of the Indy team. I’m leaving tomorrow to take that spot on their roster.”
He was leaving. I’d never thought about what this decision would feel like. And now I knew—it was like my heart was being pulled from my chest.
I realized I had a death grip on his hand and I released it. The tears were back. The woman who never cried was apparently making up for lost time. I swiped my fingers beneath my eyes, embarrassed by yet another emotional display.
“Hey.” Killian slid down from the couch and got to his knees in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me, one warm hand grazing across my lower back. “I want to be with you more than ever, Sidney. I’m doing this because of you. Before we met, I was bitter and afraid. But you’re fearless. I love that about you. If I can be fearless too, I’ll be deserving of you.”
“I want you to be happy,” I said. “Whichever team you’re on, that’s all I want.”
“I hate the fact that I became a guy who backed down from a challenge. That’s not the kind of man I want to be. You were a challenge, but I was too crazy about you to back down. And now I’ve never been happier. So I want to face the challenge of playing for Indy. Maybe I’ll stay, maybe they’ll cut me. But I’m ready to give it a shot.”
I smiled, his enthusiasm warming me. “I’m so proud of you. I know you’ll be amazing.”
“Promise you’ll be watching. Even if it’s on TV.”
I reached for his face, cupping his scruffy cheeks in my hands. “Always. I will always be watching.”
“I love you, Sid.”
This time my tears were happy. “I love you, too.”
He closed his arms around me, pulling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him with all my pent up feelings.
“You love me,” I said, my well of happiness spilling over.
“I do.”
“So . . . we’ll make it work. I’ll come to Indy whenever I can.”
“The schedule’s a bitch for the next couple of weeks.”
“I’ll do the traveling,” I said. “You need to focus on your game.”
“We won’t get to see each other as much.” Killian pulled back to look at me, his eyes soft.
“We’ll make it work. This is a good thing for you.”
Winding his fingers into my hair, he kissed me, his tongue demanding against mine. He pulled at my clothes and I pulled at his until they were scattered on the floor. I lay back on the couch, my body humming with need for him.
He tore his mouth from mine and looked down at me. “It’s a good thing for us,” he said.
My heart swelled with love for him. He pushed my thighs apart, about to make up for the sex we’d missed over the weekend, when I stopped him with a palm on his chest.
“Mr. Bosch, you know I believe in incentivizing,” I said.
His gray-blue eyes darkened with arousal. “I’m well aware, boss. What’d you have in mind?”
“Score a goal with the new team and I’ll give you the one part of me you’ve never had?”
“Your ass?”
“That’s right. And you know me, Killian. I’ll want it hard.”
“Fuck. I’ve never wanted to score a goal so bad in my life.”
My smile turned into a moan as he thrust himself into me.
“Like that?” he asked, pausing while buried all the way in me. “Or . . . maybe like this?”
He pounded into me, pushing my thighs up near my shoulders to give him a better angle.
“Oh, God,” I cried, panting. “Like that. Killian . . . don’t stop.”
“Have you missed this, baby?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes, relishing the fullness of him inside me.