Sweetness floods my tongue, reminding me of the incredible way she tasted. I see the surprise and desire in her eyes when I slid my cock into her for the first time. And as if she’s in my arms right now, I can practically feel her nails raking down my back the way they did when she fell apart beneath me, her body writhing and grinding against mine desperately. The memory of her gorgeous blue and green eyes gazing up at me makes my chest tighten.

I fell off my training for two days straight after that night. We didn’t sleep at all during the entire night we spent together, just fucked and rested and talked, then did it all over again. I didn’t want to miss a single second of my time with her, and I couldn’t bear the thought of closing my eyes only to reopen them to find she wasn’t there. That kind of night, the things we shared and did to each other, leaves a mark on a person—one that’s impossible to shake.

She fucking wrecked me. Branded me.

I found my mystery girl again.

I shake my head, brows furrowing in disbelief at the thought because I honestly never thought I’d see her again. But her jasmine and orange blossom scent is still lingering in my nostrils, and her voice echoes in my head. As much as I try to think of anything else, all I can see are her gorgeous heterochromatic eyes and that sexy smile of hers, fully loaded with suggestion and covering up the truth of how much fire she’s carrying inside her.

And now I know her name. Hannah. It suits her.

Fuck, she’s even more mesmerizing than I remembered. But she’s my coach’s daughter?

It’s just my luck. And I know that’s why she’s giving me the cold shoulder, but that honestly only makes me want her more. Why should it matter if she’s the coach’s daughter? She’s a grown woman, so she can see whoever she wants, even if he is a hockey player. Besides, Dunaway seems to really like me, so maybe I can win him over. Or maybe we need to approach this differently. Either way, I can’t just give up on getting to know her better now that I’ve finally found her. After the incredible night we had together, I have to at least try.

“There’s the rookie!” Reese calls as he spills down the arena’s steps with several of the guys from the team, snapping me out of my thoughts. He strides over to me with Noah and Theo right behind him and playfully punches my shoulder. “Where’s the fire, buddy? You tore out of the locker room like you saw a ghost.”

I flinch at the joke because he has no idea how close to the truth he is.