Page 8 of Icing It


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She shrugs out of her coat and hands it to Cam.

My gaze scans her body. I checked her out earlier tonight when I saw her coming down the steps at the arena to her seat behind the glass.

She’s in a Racketeers T-shirt, tight jeans, and black boots that go up to nearly her knees. She looks like thousands of other women at the game tonight.

I didn’t notice any of them. But I saw her the moment she walked in and looked at her too often throughout the game.

She flicks her hair back as she turns from checking out the kick-ass view through our living room windows and smiles at me. "No, I'm okay."

Cam looks down at her coat as if wondering how he suddenly ended up holding it, but he turns and hooks it on our coat tree.

Okay, she doesn't want to drink. I want to just sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, but I’m aware I need to be at least a little cool here. “Are you hungry?"

Her smile grows. She shakes her head. "No, I don't need any food."

"Not even pancakes?" I ask, taking a step closer.

I'm Alexsei Fucking Ryan. I am a professional hockey player. I'm a good professional hockey player. I'm good-looking, I'm rich, a ton of women want to sleep with me. Why the fuck am I acting nervous and like I don't know what to do with a woman in my place?

She tips her head. "Pancakes are morning food." Now she takes a step toward me. I also really like that.

“Morning is several hours away,” I point out. My gaze drops to her mouth. She has a great mouth. A mouth I very much want to taste. A mouth, I very much want to see wrapped around my cock.

She wets that luscious mouth. "Yep."

I lift my hand and drag my fingers through her long, silky hair. Some strands are so blond they’re almost white. I’m mesmerized for a moment, watching the purple tips slip between my fingers.

"For fuck’s sake, just kiss her."

The gruff, seemingly exasperated order comes from Cam.

He’d standing behind me. Luna's gaze flickers to him and I see heat flare. Good. She needs to want us both.

Her gaze returns to mine. "Yeah, just kiss her."

I am very good at following directions. It makes me extremely coachable, a great teammate, and the only man Cameron shares women with.

All three things that serve me very well.

I slide my hand to the back of her head, bring her in, and seal my mouth over hers.

Her hands fist the front of my shirt, and she gives a little moan. That sound shoots straight to my cock. I'm already hard for her. Hell, I've been half hard since I saw her standing in the back hallway outside of the locker room. I've wanted to kiss her since almost the first moment I met her.

And I can feel Cam watching us. That makes it even hotter. My buddy is definitely a voyeur and there’s something about him watching me kiss, touch, and fuck the women we share that makes it so damned good.

I lick my tongue over Luna’s lower lip, tug that lip between my teeth, then, when she gasps, slide my tongue in along hers. She comes up onto tiptoe, arching closer. My other hand snakes from her waist to her ass, cupping her and bringing her up against me. I know she can feel how hard I am for her.

I feel Cam's hand on my shoulder and then can tell he's sliding his other palm down her back. He stops at the curve of her low back and presses her into me even tighter.

Her moan is louder and longer this time.

I drag my mouth from hers, along her jaw to her ear. "I’m really fucking glad you said yes to this.”

She sighs. “Me, too."

I run my scruffy jaw up and down the side of her neck. I feel the shiver that goes through her. I grin against the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. "So I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I first saw you, but I’m also open to requests. What do you want tonight?”

All she says is, "Anything."

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