"Freckles." He skates close, taking my hand and squeezing it in his larger one. "I'm a bad man. I admitit. I've followed you home. I track your movements. I got your medical records?—"
"You what?"
He pulls me closer, continuing as if I hadn't said anything. "Like I’ve said. I know everything about you, Mollie Tate. How you take your coffee. When you sauna late at night because it alleviates some of the pain in your ankle. Where you and Indie like to sit at The Secret History, at the main bar instead of in our private room in the back, which drives me fucking nuts. I know all these things about you, Freckles, and it doesn't turn me off. It makes me want you more. I shouldn't be obsessed with my teammate's little sister, but... here we are."
“Wait, what?” My jaw drops. "You... you know all that?"
That’s not even remotely what I was assuming he felt.
Alex's free hand presses against my lower back, dragging me against his hard body. He hums contentedly at the contact, sliding his hand up to brush the exposed skin on my collarbones. "I told you, Mollie. Everything. I've been watching you for a year. And when you joined the team and brought yourself into my daily life..." He smirks at my tiny shudder. "It was a sign. I've tried to resist. For your sake, for Beck's, I've tried to be good and pretend not to notice you. But I can see now that's wasted effort. I can't stay away from you."
"Alex." I kiss him then, my lips finding his, hot and desperate and demanding.
He groans and cups my jaw. "Fuck, you always taste so sweet."
I should be freaking out over what he just told me. Knowing that he invaded my privacy, did immoral and possibly illegal things to keep tabs on me, should make me run away screaming.
But that’s the strange thing. It doesn’t. Because instead of scared, it makes me feel wanted. Seen.
He sees me. Really sees me.
That, coupled with my massive crush I've been dealing with for years, is explosive. I've wanted this man for so long. Now he’s telling me that he’s had the same obsessive, desperate feelings for me? At the same time? It drives me insane, tinder put to a flame.
My lips part and I deepen the kiss, gripping his T-shirt. I'd climb inside his chest cavity if I could. Devouring him doesn't seem like enough.
"Fuck, sweetheart." Alex lifts me, and I grip his neck with my arms, his waist with my knees. His stomach is burning-hot where it meets the juncture of my hips. As he trails kisses down my throat, I rub my pussy against his heat shamelessly.
“Anybody else got the rink time after this?” he asks.
“Uh uh.” I’m too wrapped up in this moment for any thoughts beyond how good he feels pressed against me.
“Then I’m going to do something I’ve dreamed about since the first time I saw you skate, Freckles.”
“Omigod,” I whisper. My ass hits the boards, and I moan as he sets me up there. Alex cups my breast and pinches my nipple, and I squirm with a gasp.
"Can you be a good girl?" he teases. "I want to fuck you with my fingers right here, but I won't do it unless you can be quiet. I can't have anybody else hearing you come. That's something only I get."
He bites my neck as I frantically agree. "Yes."
"You make the sexiest sounds when you come, Freckles. Tell me that you'll save them all for me." He trails his fingers down the front of my leotard.
I tug his dark hair, needing him closer even though we're close as it gets. "Yes, Alex. Only for you." My voice is breathy.
He steadies my hips with one hand and pushes my knees further apart, then runs the back of his fingers up my inner thigh.
"Fuck. That feels good." I kiss him, his fingers caressing my hot seam. I'm wet, probably making a stain on the thin scrap of fabric. He growls and pushes it aside, baring me to the chilly air. I don't feel it; all I feel is the heat that his touch generates as he slides a thick finger into my pussy.
"What about you?" My hand finds his hip, brushing down toward his cock.
He tries to pull back, his eyes flashing. "Let's focus on you, little girl."
I smile and touch his erection anyway. "You sure about that, hotshot?"
Alex pumps his finger in and out of my pussy, his eyes narrowing on my face. "You don't listen well. Didn't I tell you that brats get spanked?"
I shake my head, spurring him on. "I don't remember. Maybe I need a reminder?"
In a second, he pulls back and turns me so that my ass is pointed out, my head hanging over the boards. "Alex!"
