Page 75 of No Promises, No Lies

I bite my lip—faced with a decision. Tense and bristling with anticipation, a deep ache intensifies low in my belly. The sweet pressure building with every second his hands are on me.

Subtly, I dip my chin.

That’s all he needs, driving in and taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. His fingers slip into my panties and when they find that little bundle of nerves—I go feral. My breath quickens, scattered between soft moans and gasps. I feel his smile against my lips as he explores further, discovering the slick evidence of my desire.

Soaked.

“Melting for me, ice princess?” Aidan’s finger moves in agonizingly slow circles and I might convulse from the intensity of the pressure he’s building low and deep. He relinquishes my mouth, flicking my ear with his tongue on his way to my neck just as he slides one of those sinful fingers inside. A strangled scream escapes me.

Aidan presses the palm of his free hand against my mouth, letting out a groan of his own when I arch into him, forcing his finger deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I’m shaking—on the verge of exploding. I reach for him, pushing his jersey up—finding bare skin. My fingers trace over ripples of hard muscle and he sighs, resting his forehead against mine in a move that somehow feels far more intimate than anything we’ve done so far.

When he slips a second finger inside me, I cling to Aidan’s jersey for dear life. He keeps up those agonizingly slow circles with his thumb. My desperate whimpers are muffled by his hand over my mouth.

And I do melt for him—in this moment I think he could ask me for anything and I swear, I would do it. I’m entirely at his mercy, a trembling mess in his arms, starving for his attention.

He pumps his fingers faster, but it’s when he curls them inside me, a sudden jolt of sensation explodes out, radiating heat, unlocking a wild and uncontrolled pleasure. I come apart, shattering completely on the fingers of the Breakers’ star defenseman. Aidan fucks me with his fingers through an orgasm that seems to go on forever, all while I scream into his palm.

I’ve never come so hard. Never feltanythinglike this, this level of intensity. It’s like I’m high, slowly coming down from the sweetest of hits.My body responds to him in ways I didn’t know were possible.

As I’m coming down, the reality of what just happened slams into me as hard as if he checked me into the boards.

Aidan sets me back on my skates, the blades protected by the black rubber flooring lining the penalty box. Quickly, I disentangle myself from him and he takes a step back, putting space back between us. I fight the urge to pull him back, missing the heat of his body on mine. Both of us breathing hard.

I’m absolutely panicked for a moment, wondering if he expects?—

But that characteristic smirk is back on his face. The arrogant prick is so pleased with himself, leaning against the wall at his back, the two of us still too close in the small space, crossing his arms and watching as I spiral into crisis, confusion and regret at the forefront.

The penalty box is too small… He’s still far too close... His scent is all over me.

“How did it feel?” His eyes sparkle knowingly. “Letting go?”

If my cheeks weren’t already on fire, they’re a bloody inferno now.

“That... shouldn’t have happened.” I tear my gaze away from his, adjusting my clothes. Needing out of this box.

I don’t know a lot about Aidan, but I know his type. I know hockey players. A hook-up like this might just be anotherThursday night for a guy like him. There’s no lack of stories about Belles hooking up with one player or another. Maybe he does this all the time.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”And there it is.Aidan’s tone is cool and casual as he unwittingly confirms my theory. His words shouldn’t cut into me as much as they do.

I keep my face carefully blank. “No, it doesn’t,” I agree, my voice coming out far steadier than I feel. “Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.No onehas to know.” I add the last part in a rush, eyeing him warily. A terrifying realization rooting into my mind. I don’t think he would tell my father or Matteo what we did. But I did just hand Aidan an Ace, one that should he choose to play, would havedevastatingconsequences.

“Fine by me.”

“Great.” I put far too much enunciation on the “t.”

Aidan pulls up the bar on the door, swinging it open. “After you, princess.”

Straightening my spine, I step back out onto the ice, feeling entirely different from the girl who stepped off. I’m aware of him at my back, following me out. I don’t turn around as I head straight off the ice.

“Hey, Kostalova,”Aidan calls after me.And it’s back to Kostalova now.I look back over my shoulder, still moving steadily toward the exit. “Next time you need out of your head, you know where to find me.” I can’t mistake the playful edge to his voice.

That ache, which I thought was well sated, flares back to life deep within me and I feel feverish. Maybe I’m coming down with something—the flu? Perhaps…Yes, that could explain the momentary lapse in judgement.

“In your dreams, O’Rourke,” I quip back with a little smile. Proud of myself for the quick comeback.

A beat passes, and then another before he responds, “More like in yours.”

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