Page 10 of On Thin Ice

I’d managed to pull from him the promise of talking after the final event. That was tomorrow. I wasn’t sure if I was morestressed about my choreography and the competition or the talk with him.

What if he tells me he feels nothing more? What if he only wanted to have some fun with me and laughs when he realizes I fell in love with him?

That didn’t seem like him, yet, despite my usual confidence, I was afraid. I had no idea what I was going to do if he threw me away. Were we going to continue working together if I told him I loved him and he pushed me away? Would I even be able to do that? Would he want that? And damn ... what about that stupid plan to retire?

“Are you thinking about tomorrow?” he asked me. “You don’t have to stress about it. Your routine is perfect. I’m sure you’re going to take the gold.”

I smiled at the assurance in his voice. I liked knowing he trusted my skills, and I knew Bryce wasn’t the kind of coach who sugarcoated the truth. If he thought I could win the gold medal, then I really could.

But that wasn’t the only thing worrying me, and I was sure he knew it and was deliberately ignoring it. I could almost hear him saying, “Focus on the Olympics. We have time for everything later.”

And yet, I didn’t want to wait for later. I wanted to know what he felt. I wanted him. I wanted to scream that I loved him and didn’t care about the rules or whatever.

Instead of doing that, I gave him a half-truth, whispering, “Yeah. Tomorrow kind of scares me.”

“Tomorrow, you’re going to show everyone the star you are. Trust me, that medal is yours, Livia.”

I smiled as he pressed another kiss on my forehead. We were both completely naked, and feeling his sculpted body against mine was causing liquid fire to travel along my veins.

“About tomorrow ... and us ... Bryce ... I ...”

“Later,” he said softly, yet clearly enough to let me know I had no chance of pushing the subject. “I promise you that after the singles, we’ll talk about this. About us and what we should do.”

I knew what I wanted us to do, and yet, as he said those words, I couldn’t help but ask myself if he was thinking about a way to let me down slowly. Was he avoiding the topic because he was afraid I would be too devastated before the singles and mess up my choreography?

“Livia.”

I looked at him.

“You worked too much to let anything ruin your chances for the gold. Please, trust me. I promise you, tomorrow we’ll talk about everything. Now, focus on the Olympics. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don’t waste it.”

“I’m not...”

But that doesn’t change how much I want you. Or the fact that I’m completely in love with you.

“Good girl,” he whispered and placed another soft kiss on my hair, making me smile.

I searched for his lips, moaning as they met mine. Making out slowly, I buried my feelings and fears deep inside me. If he promised we were going to talk tomorrow, I knew he would keep his word. He’d never lied before.

It annoyed the hell out of me not to tell him what I felt right now, but maybe it was better this way. After all, this gave me the chance to enjoy some more time with him before he might tell me he wasn’t interested in anything more than some dirty fun.

My mind whirled with filthy desires as Bryce slowly pushed me onto my back. I ran my hand through his hair as he buried his face in my neck and kissed me there. With every soft, fervent touch of his lips, I felt myself drowning in blissful euphoria. Everything around me ceased to exist. Everything but him.

“Bryce,” I mewled, squirming as he traveled lower.

I arched my back and shivered as he cupped my tits and massaged them. My lover—God, when the hell had I started thinking about him like this?—wrapped his mouth around one nipple, sucking on it for a few seconds before releasing it and doing the same to the other.

The room spun around me as more and more sensual sensations flooded my system. Since we’d arrived here, Bryce had fucked the living soul out of me every day, leaving me craving even more of him each time.

Sometimes he’d hammered into me, plowing me with abandon right on the floor as if I were some sort of cheap whore. Every time it had been so damn hard to muffle the screams of bliss I’d let out.

We’d tried to be as careful as possible, but at one point, when we’d heard footsteps and voices right outside the door while he was balls-deep inside me, we’d both thought we were doomed.

And yet, the adrenaline and the risk had only made me come right then and there.

Thankfully, I’d managed to bury my face in his chest just in time, and the people passing by had been too lost in their conversation to notice anything, so we’d been safe. But damn, that had been close as fuck, and had thrilled both of us into oblivion.

Other times, he had done exactly this, worshiping every inch of my body as if I were a goddess of sex, turning me into a mewling, buzzing ball of need until I shamelessly begged for his cock.

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