Page 95 of Play Dirty

“What the hell was that?” I snapped.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. Just kept lifting.

“My room is warm now!” I said, stepping closer. “What did you do?”

Another rep. Another controlled breath.

“Fixed your radiator.”

That stopped me cold.

“You— what?”

He lowered the dumbbell, switched hands, and started again.

“Bleed valve,” he said with a shrug. “Air got stuck in the line.”

I stared at him. “I don’t underst—”

Then it hit me. My eyes narrowed.

“You sabotaged my HEAT?” I swore out loud.

It all made sense now. Everything clicked.

“Before I even got here…” I murmured in disbelief.

Nothing. Just another rep.

“I’ve been freezing my ass off up there!” I snapped, stepping right up to him now. “For weeks!”

Still nothing.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

The dumbbell dropped. Hard. Straight to the floor.

And before I could react… his hand was on me. Fast.

Ares shoved me back. My spine hit the wall. And then he was there, pressed against me. Kissing me. Hard.

It happened without warning, without hesitation. There was no restraint, or second guessing.

Every ounce of tension from the past weeks crashed into that single moment, his mouth rough against mine. His body was bulk and heat and all things manly. He pressed it tightly against me, like he’d been waiting just as long as I had.

I gasped into the kiss, as a spark of excitement flared inside me.

His hand came up, gripping my hip, pulling me tighter against him as his mouth moved against mine again — deeper this time, hungrier.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured against my lips, pulling back just enough to look at me.

His eyes burned with the same fire I’d seen on the ice.

The same fire as when he made that hit.

“Is this what you came down here for?”

“NO,” I shot back.