The Hockey Captain’s Curvy Obsession
He turned my body in his arms, his physical coordinates shifting until I was facing him directly.
His dark eyes were wide, the pupils dilated as he looked down at my face. The cold, authoritative mask he had worn during the board meeting was entirely gone, replaced by a deep, fierce love that made my heart rate accelerate to ninety-eight beats per minute.
"We don't have to go back to Seattle until tomorrow, Sasha," Rhys whispered, his hands sliding up to cup my face, his thumbs gently tracking the line of my jaw. "The transport is secured at the hangar, and the team is celebrating at the hotel. We have twenty-four hours of isolated time."