Page 44 of Hot As Ice

“You look so cute in your little golf outfit,” I say, trying to take back some semblance of control. He’s about to have me wrapped around his finger.

He looks over at the photo. “You like my khaki shorts?”

I nod. “You have nice calves.”

Laughing, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. “Thanks, princess.” He lowers his head to mine and takes my mouth in a hot kiss, then smacks my ass, and says, “Go get on my bed.”

I shake my head and his eyes narrow in a warning. But I kind of want to push his buttons a little. He shouldn’t have all the control. “What if I don’t?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.

He reaches between my legs and pinches my pussy, making me squeal and jump. “I said, go get on my bed. If you make me say it a third time, you won’t like your punishment.”

I smile, feeling bold, even as my pussy pulses with delicious pain. “No,” I say.

Hunter’s jaw sets as he grabs my hair and pulls. “You really want to test me tonight, princess? I don’t think you’re ready.”

My breath stutters as he grips my hips and presses me into him, making sure I feel his massive erection. When we were together the other night, my favorite parts were when he was hurting me a little bit. I didn’t admit it to him, but the pain only enhanced the pleasure. I never thought I’d be into that, and now I can’t stop craving it.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, grinding against him. His eyes flash.

“Go get on the fucking bed,” he says, voice taut.

This time, I do as he says, kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the middle of his bed. The ropes he used to tie me up last time are still attached to the headboard. My heart pounds as Hunter stalks toward me, one hand rubbing his erection over his pants. I wonder if he’ll put it in my mouth tonight. I want to taste him. The thought is jarring; I feel kind of slutty, but I love it.

I lick my lips, and Hunter follows the movement, gripping his erection tight then letting go. He hikes his leg up onto the bed and grabs my wrist, slipping it through the opening in the rope and tightening it. He does the same with my other wrist.

He looks so intense, my mouth goes dry.

Maybe I’m not ready.

“I forgot to congratulate you on your win tonight,” I tell him as he hovers over me.

He smiles and it’s deliciously wicked. “You a hockey fan now?”

I squirm as he looks me up and down. His jersey has ridden up my thighs and almost reveals my underwear to him. “I mean, I still don’t really understand everything, but Becca explains it to me.”

“Yeah?”

I nod. “It’s fun to watch.”

“Hmm.” He runs his big hands along my sides, hiking the jersey up to reveal my panties and belly, and I shiver. Leaning down, he kisses my stomach. Slowly, reverently. I suck in a breath.

“It’s fun to watch you score,” I say, trying to keep my breathing under control. “Even though I can’t really see the puck from up there. But I know you scored because everybody starts cheering and the light goes on.” I’m babbling now, because he’s darting his tongue in and out, licking and kissing my abdomen, and making it impossible to think.

“Mhmm.” He kisses up my belly toward my breasts, lifting the jersey up as he goes. I tug on my bindings. He lifts the jersey up over my chest, exposing me.

“It’s so crazy how you can skate so fast,” I say, watching him kiss the underside of my breasts. He cradles them in his hands, thumbs hovering over my nipples but not touching them. It makes me insane. My nipples are hard and aching for him.

“Maybe –” He presses down on my nipples and I gasp, losing my train of thought.

“Maybe what?” He rubs lazy circles around them.

“Maybe, um, you can teach me to skate one day.” He flicks my nipples and I spread my legs involuntarily. Hunter grins.

“You don’t know how to skate?” he asks, looking amused.

I shake my head. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, releasing it with a pop. “I’d like to fuck you on the ice,” he says. “In the locker room. In the showers.”

“Okay,” I say, my voice shaky.