Page 102 of Icebound Hearts

The moment I step inside, my heart warms at the sight of all the little ones lacing up their skates. Aiden’s auntie Maria, is sitting on the bench tying Sophia’s skates, and as soon as Aiden walks over, Sophia lets out a squeal, throwing her tiny arms around his waist.

I crouch down to help one of the younger skaters tie their laces when I hear my name being called. I glance up and see Maria waving at me with a warm grin. I wave back but gesture toward the kids, silently telling her I’ll meet her after. She smiles, understanding, before stepping off the rink. A few seconds later, I hear the sound of tiny skates gliding toward me.

“Kit Kat! I missed you so much!” Sophia squeals, wrapping

her arms around me.

I chuckle, hugging her tightly. “Sophia girl, I missed you more, princess! Look how big you’re getting!” She spins around excitedly, showing off her braids, and I clap my hands in approval.

“You look beautiful, Soph.” She blushes, ducking behind Aiden’s legs.

“Okay, class, let’s gather around,” I call out. “As always, boys with Aiden and girls with me!” Everyone follows the routine, and we start today’s lesson. I teach the girls how to do jumps and how to spin in one spot. Sophia is definitely having fun, and every time she laughs, it makes my heart swell.

“Miss Hart, I want to be an Olympic champion like you,” one of the little girls, Sariah, says, wrapping her arms around my legs in a hug. I chuckle, kneeling to her level.

“Thank you, Sariah. I’m not a champion yet, but hopefully soon.” The girls nod enthusiastically, and Sophia claps her hands together.

“She will be one! And my brothers and I will be there to cheer her on!” I grin, nodding at her. “That’s all the support I need.”

The rest of practice flies by. By the time we’re finished, Aiden has already put away the equipment, and Sophia and I head toward my car. I buckle her up in the back, and we drive to Aiden’s actual house, to drop her off with her nanny. Before leaving, she gives me the biggest hug, making me promise that we’ll have a girls’ day soon.

Aiden and I drive home in comfortable silence, both exhausted from the day.

The second we step inside, I head straight upstairs to Aiden’s room—which, let’s be honest, has basically become my room. Without a second thought, I walk into his bathroom, peel off my clothes, and step into the shower. The warm water cascades over me, relaxing my tired muscles.

Fifteen seconds later, I hear the shower door open, Aiden steps in behind me, his hands resting on my waist—his skin cold from the air outside makes me shudder at the contact.

“I’m still mad at you,” he murmurs.

I raise an eyebrow, wrapping my arms around his neck. “And what, my handsome boyfriend, are you mad at me for?” I bat my lashes innocently.

“You haven’t let me touch you all day,” he groans, his voice low. “It’s driving me insane. I need you close to me.”

I bite my lip, trying not to smirk. “Well, I took a celibacy oath for the rest of the week.”

Aiden laughs, shaking his head, bringing me closer to him.

“My brain does not function properly around you, and my body is on its own personal mission to think about you all damn day, so I’m sticking to my decision.”

Aiden’s smirk grows as he presses himself against me, his lips hovering near my ear. “Well, my body thinks about you all day too,” he whispers.

“So I don’t see the problem.” A breath hitches in my throat. Damn him.

I take a slow step back until my back is flush against the cool shower wall.

His hands trail up my sides, and goosebumps rise on my skin—despite the warmth of the water.

“Break your oath,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. I swallow hard, tilting my head to look at him. His deep brown eyes are clouded with heat, and there’s something about the way he’s looking at me—like I belong to him—that makes my whole body ache. I grip the back of his neck, pulling him down so our lips almost touch.

“Make me,” I whisper in his ear, bitting his earlobe. Aiden’s

eyes darken full of lust, as he squeezes both of my breasts, one on each hand. I slam my lips on his and he bites my bottomone, pulling me closer to him. His cock pokes my stomach and I groan, wrapping my right hand around it, stroking him as he plays with my breasts.

“Fuck baby.” Aiden moans groaning on my mouth. He slams my back in the shower wall and lifts me by my thighs, as I wrap my legs around his waist.

One of his hands intertwines with mine and he holds it above my head as he trails kisses along my neck.

The tip of his cock aligns with my entrance and in one swift stroke he slides inside me. My lips part as I moan his name.

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