Page 40 of Shootout
Jessie skated slow circles around center ice. I paused to watch her. She could’ve been a figure skater—she had the pure grace and striking beauty of one, but she also had the power and quickness of a hockey player. Grace, power, and beauty, an irresistible combination.
I hopped over the boards and caught up to her. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand. She didn’t pull away but wrapped her fingers around mine. We did slow, leisurely circles around the rink. Being in close proximity to her gave my body, especially my dick, ideas. Since I’d hit puberty, I hadn’t gone this long without sex. Being around her aroused me. I was thinking things I shouldn’t be, considering our fraudulent relationship and all the lectures to behave I’d given myself during the road trip.
In my head, I’d reiterated over and over she was off-limits, yet when I was alone with her like this, my past convictions flew out the window.
Her sideways glance had me wondering if she was thinking the same thing. Only one way to find out.
I spun her around to face me, catching her off guard. She lost her edge and clung to me to prevent a fall. I grinned down at her as she clutched my arms.
“What was tha—”
I cut off any further words with my mouth and tongue. The time for talking had ended, and all I could think about was kissing her, getting her naked, and fucking her. Every good intention I’d had to keep my dick in my pants when it came to Jessie crashed against the boards. The frustration of the past few weeks of celibacy, combined with my attraction to her, shattered my control. Just like that.
I fucking wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman in my entire life. None of this made sense, yet it made perfect sense. I wasn’t the guy who fell hard and fast. I didn’t fall at all. But I wasn’t falling. I was horny. That was it.
Our kiss deepened and lit a flame inside each of us as the last vestiges of control slipped away. Jessie pressed her sweet body against mine, and my dick twitched in response. Tonight it’d taken over my brain, and I knew I wasn’t going to stop with a kiss if she was willing to take this further.
I hoped like hell she was.
ChapterFourteen
HOOKING UP ON ICE
~~Jessie~~
Ishouldn’t be kissing him, but I was. In fact, I was doing more than kissing. I wanted to crawl right under his skin, become a part of him, let his magnificent body take me to paradise. I writhed against him. His erection rubbed my midsection, and he groaned. We were so intent on each other we forgot we were on skates. He leaned back too far, and I leaned too hard into his body. Before either of us had time to react, his feet slid out from under him, and he fell, taking me with him. We landed hard. Banks was on his back, and I lay on top of him.
He stared up at me in surprise before I felt a deep rumble within his chest. Soon he was laughing his ass off, and I joined in. Our laughter echoed through the empty rink, bouncing off every wall and circling back to fuel more mirth. One look into his eyes burning with need, and my laughter died in my throat. So did his. We stared at each other for a long moment, one of those strange moments when time stood still and the world disappeared, leaving only the two of us wrapped up in each other and the center of our universe. The raw desire in those deep-brown eyes slid through me as if seeping into every cell in my body and igniting them one by one until I was consumed by a passion that allowed no room for doubts or rational thought.
Driven by unbridled emotion, I straddled him and rained kisses on his face and neck. His laughter faded to a tortured groan.
“Keep that up, and we’ll be fucking on the ice.”
I pulled back just far enough to gaze into his eyes. “Have you ever done that?”
He shook his head. “I’d probably freeze my dick off.” He sobered for a moment. “Do you want to?”
“Want to what? Do it on the ice?”
“Fuck. And I don’t care where as long as my dick is deep inside you.”
“We shouldn’t.” I said those two words with zero conviction.
“But we’re hockey players, and we take risks.”
I propped my upper body with my hands on his chest. “What kind of risk did you have in mind?”
“Anything that gets you where I want you.” He struggled to a sitting position. His gaze hard and intent on my face. I read the longing and the need etched in each line. How did a girl turn down a man who needed her as badly as this one did?
“You know this is a bad idea and totally against the boundaries we set.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Do you?”
I only took a nanosecond to consider my answer. “No, I don’t.”
I scrambled off him and stood. He got to his feet and reached for my hand. His gaze darted around the rink as if looking for a place with some semblance of privacy.
“Not here,” I protested feebly. A thrill of excitement rippled through my body. Rick and I had been adventurous, but we’d never done it outside of our apartments. This was a new world for me.
