Page 17 of Ice King

Holy shit.

I sensed I’d pressed my hand over my mouth, an impulse to keep all sound from penetrating the room. But my quick thinking didn’t matter. He’d already caught me in the act of leering.

And hungering.

He was rock hard and throbbing, matching the beat of the deepest part of my core. The effect left me breathless and in awe of something so godlike, a body chiseled to perfection.

When my gaze finally lifted enough I caught his expression, all the delicious joy in catching Ford in the buff began to fade. Seeing the wry grin as if he’d caught me in a lewd act that he would use for leverage at the worst time possible, the earlier desire faded to something more tangible.

“What?” I demanded, refusing to allow my desire for the handsome man to interfere any longer.

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to ask?” Was it possible his voice had gotten deeper?

“I don’t even know what that means.”

When he took a step closer, I was totally and completely befuddled, taking a giant step backward. He stopped short, the grin widening. Oh, this man was going to drive me crazy.

“That means you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or perhaps you’ve never seen a real man before.” The bastard took the time to rub the flat of his hand down his sculpted chest, his breathing becoming labored as if to tell me how excited he was.

Why was I so attracted to him? Why did my blood feel as if it was boiling? I hadn’t traveled all this way against the odds only to derail my plans and my new life by falling for the antics of some hot hockey player. That wasn’t going to happen.

The man wasn’t hiding his level of excitement either. His cock was at full attention. How was I supposed to ignore a cock that could rival any dildo in my collection? He was having the time of his life, his eyes reflecting the kind of amusement only assholes could understand.

“I’ll be happy to help provide you with a demonstration. But don’t worry, Georgia. I’ll take it nice and easy on you since it’ll be your first time.” I’d be damned if the man didn’t beckon me with his fingers.

“Are you…” I couldn’t even get the words out, I was such a mess, my pulse somewhere in the stratosphere, my mouth salivating with nasty girl thoughts of tasting him. Yet just kissing his lipswould be… disastrous. How had I managed to drop my sense of resolve and self-worth to this level so quickly?

Oh, hell, no. He was a just a boy in a man’s body. That was evidenced by his actions, what little I’d read on the team. Which hadn’t been much.

My father had provided the information about a new life I could step into without serious issue in a lovely small town where people looked out for each other. I was here to do a job and I refused to allow anyone, especially a man to derail me a second time.

The promise I’d made to myself wasn’t just about swearing off men. It had been about putting myself first.

At this point, nothing and no one, not even the most insanely gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life was going to alter my plans for the future. Maybe I craved sex, but that’s what buying sex toys in bulk was for. Besides, he wasn’t really that cute.

Then why was my thong damp, my legs trembling? I was furious with myself, snapping my head toward his. “Carnal activity is against the rules.”

Not only did my words shock him, but they did me as well. Where in the hell had that come from? And what exactly did it mean? The easy answer was that he flustered the hell out of me when few people did.

Only I wasn’t going to admit that to anyone, especially Ford Kendrick. The Wolfman.

To keep from making a bigger fool out of myself, I spun on my heel, leaving the locker room in a hurry.

All while praying the shithead would keep his mouth shut.

CHAPTER 5

Ford

Sitting on the sidelines wasn’t my style. Watching my team fucking around and the other center being unable to take a decent shot pissed me off. I sat on the edge of the bleachers, rocking back and forth. Every inch of skin was itching to get on the ice.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I demanded while jumping to my feet. “Hey, Stone-face, I’m talking to you.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tyler asked. Since the man known as the Heartthrob was just getting over the flu, he’d had limited ice time.

“Nothing except that Jack can’t shoot his way out of a paper bag.” I yelled the words loud enough, Jack spun around, skating closer then throwing up his middle finger.

“Why don’t you come down here and show me how it’s done?”