She should have stayed home tonight. There was no way of knowing that her father would have brought him up, but now her heart just ached. She had been hoping that she would get to work on her erotic novel and vibrator, but now it looked like she’d be going home, pulling out her box of him and crying the whole night.

Pathetic.

Ugh. Closing her eyes to fight back the tears, she wondered when she would be over him. Was it because there was no closure between them? He’d just left. Didn’t give her a good reason for why he was leaving. Just said that it was better for her for him to leave. Why? Why was it better? It made no sense. He was on the fast track. He went straight into the NHL—didn’t start in the AHL like Grady had. His contract with the Lightning was a thing of beauty, and when he got traded to the Assassins, his contract was even better. They would have been set for life, but instead, he’d left her behind.

Why?

Wiping away the stupid tear that fell, she watched as a cab pulled up and she reached for the door. But as she got in the cab and sat down, someone else sat down beside her, having entered the cab from the other side. Someone big, someone who filled the whole side of the cab. Not that she cared; this was her damn cab.

“Excuse me, this is my cab,” she said, but when a pair of caramel eyes that she could never forget met hers, everything inside her went blazing hot. Sitting beside her wasn’t just some jackass who was trying to steal her cab—no, it was the love of her life.

The same love of her life who’d left her behind.

“Karson.”

His name on her lips was a billion times better than the cheers from the thousands of Assassins fans when he’d lifted the Stanley Cup above his head two years ago.

This. Was. Not. Happening.

All Karson could do was blink as he got lost in the pale green eyes of the girl he loved more than life itself. When he opened the door and the woman fell into the seat, he was about to ask if they could share since he had to leave. He had to get back to the hotel. After having a dinner full of thoughts of Lacey and ignoring his friends, he figured some drinking would help him calm down.

It didn’t.

It made it worse. The thoughts were coming in waves, drowning him with everything Lacey, and he couldn’t take it. The next thing he knew he was calling it a night at nine o’clock, something that didn’t happen when he was out with the boys. He didn’t understand why this time was different, but maybe it was different because the powers above knew that when he got into this cab, he would see her.

See the love of his life.

And man, what a fucking sight to see.

Her Facebook pictures didn’t do her justice. Her eyes, so round and such a phenomenal green they had him fighting for his next breath. She had aged; she wasn’t the baby-faced young woman he’d fallen for. No, she was a woman now with laugh lines that had his stomach turning with jealousy at the thought of the person who’d put them there. Her lips were painted a delectable dark red that made her face look paler but still oh so beautiful. Her long blond locks were curled down her shoulders, covered with a dark blue beanie and a matching scarf that wrapped around her neck twice. She had that deer-in-headlights look, and he was sure his expression matched hers.

But this was fate.

He always said too, when he saw her again that he wouldn’t think, he would just do.

So he did just that.

Taking her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers and almost cried at how right it felt. When her hand came on top of his, he deepened the kiss, getting lost in the splendor that was Lacey Martin. His heart. Her lips were as soft as he remembered…and the taste. Sweet Jesus above. She tasted like heaven. He never wanted to stop; he wanted to die with her lips on his. He knew then that he could die a happy man.

He probably should have made sure she wasn’t dating anyone or maybe said hi first, but ah, he was an act first, think later kind of guy. And by the way she was kissing him back, he was sure there wasn’t someone else. As his thumbs brushed along her cheekbones, he deepened the kiss even more, basically feeding from her succulent mouth, drinking in her sweetness, and never wanting to drink anything else for the rest of his life.

He wanted to pull her from the cab and take her somewhere he could devour her body. Make her scream his name instead of saying it in shock. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her just to feel the connection that he only got to experience once with her. He craved it. Needed it. But what if that was a bad idea? Maybe he should take it slow. But the only thing he could hear roaring in his head was that Lacey was his. Had always been his.

“Folks, where am I going?”

Karson tried to ignore the driver, moving his tongue along her bottom lip, not able to get enough before kissing her again.

“Folks! Tell me where I’m going or get the hell out of my cab.”

Tearing her mouth from his, she looked deep into his eyes, both their breathing erratic as they searched each other’s gaze. He didn’t want to stop, and he cursed the cabbie to Mordor for interrupting them.

He didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, she said, “Where is your hotel?”

He could only blink. “What?”

“Hotel? Where is it?”

“By the arena,” he answered, still stunned. Was she doing what he was praying to God she was doing?

“Too far,” she muttered and then said an address that he assumed was hers. To say that Karson was stunned was an understatement. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but when she looked back at him, lust swimming in the depths of her green eyes, he knew that his dreams, or prayers, really, were going to be realized. Especially when her mouth met his again. Something rumbled in his throat as he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up the nape of her neck under the scarf to the back of her hair, his fingers tangling in her thick, luscious, blond locks. It was easy to say that his imagination, or memories, for that matter, didn’t live up to the feel of this sweet woman in his arms. All of his senses were coming alive for the first time in years. His cock strained in his pants, begging to be inside her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he pulled her closer, his hand coming around her waist to hold her tighter. He could feel her shaking, feel her heart slamming against her chest, and he took pride in the fact that he caused that.