Page 202 of Skate the Line

I continue to stare at the ice, but I can’t see a single thing. “I’m thinking that what you do to me isn’t normal.” My breaths are ragged, and my heart beats so hard it hurts.

He laces our fingers together. The grip is heavy and grounding, yet I’m floating.

I turn with the sound of his heavy inhale, and our gazes clash. “You told me to be the rational one.”

He nods. “I did.”

“Which isn’t hard for me to do. I’ve been making rational decisions all my life,” I say.

His throat bobs with a slow swallow.

My teeth sink into my lip, and it draws his attention. “But what if I don’t want to be rational when it comes to you?”

There’s a wild look in his eye. My heart leaps when he pulls me to my feet.

The rink disappears at our backs as he pulls me down the long hallway leading to the locker rooms.

“Rhodes!” I exclaim. “What are you?—”

He seals his mouth against mine.

It’s an intense kiss and one that erases reality.

Rhodes is hungry, and I willingly open up to feed him. His hands dive beneath my sweater, and a shiver runs through me.

“I love it when you do that,” he groans.

He goes right back to kissing me with force, and I match every last stroke of his tongue.

Someone could walk down the hall at any given second.

Ellie could come searching, wondering where we disappeared to.

“Rhodes,” I murmur.

His finger fiddles with the button of my jeans, but he pauses and peers down at me with worried eyes. “You want me to stop?”

I glance behind me. “Well, no, but what if someone sees?—”

He silences me by pulling me farther around the break in the hall. “Kane is keeping watch.”

What? He is?

Rhodes, in his practice gear, seeming so much bigger than without it, pushes me against the wall while keeping a hold of my hips. “Can I keep going now?” His tongue slips from his mouth, and he wets his lips.

Unable to deny him, I grab onto his jersey and pull him in fast. He watches me with a held breath and so much hope in his eyes. “Yes.” I embrace the thrill of him taking me like this, right here. “And don’t stop.”

Sixty

RHODES

She’s justas into this as I am.

My sweet Sunshine, always bright with a smile on her face, is nowhere in sight. Instead, there is a sexy-as-sin woman who makes my blood sing by just existing.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I admit, pulling her pants down. “I’ve never been so addicted to something before.”

I graze her neck with my lips and slip my hand in between her legs. One brush against her clit and she’s quietly whimpering. She’s already wet, and I’m in a frenzy.

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