Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

“What is your room number?” Rozanov asked. “Fourteen ten,” Shane said, far too quickly. Rozanov’s mouth twitched up. “If I knock on door of room 1410 tonight...maybe around nine?” Shane fought to keep his voice even. “I might open the door.” Rozanov smiled. “I might knock.”

so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.

And Shane left. He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.

Shane. He called me Shane.

“and on top of everything, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“You were such a dick to me.” “Mm. I did not like you. Just your freckles.”

“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”

“I’m coming to the cottage.”

“Mine.” Ilya’s breath tickled Shane’s skin when he spoke the single word. “Yours,” Shane said dreamily. “All of this. For two weeks. Is mine.” Forever, Shane wanted to say. Forever if you ask.

“Does it...does it feel like agony for you too?”

“I have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”

Ilya’s heart dropped to the floor.

“You hate...us?”

“I hate how we have to hide. I hate only getting these stolen moments with you. It’s been so many fucking years of this, and I’m tired.”

Ilya sighed.

“I mean... I am yours, yes? To protect that, I will do anything.”

Shane’s eyes went gooey. “You’re...

“Then...” Ilya brushed Shane’s bangs aside. “L...