Page 9 of Heart of Ice

My eyes were drawn to the dark hair on his legs and his defined thigh muscles. I forced myself to ignore what was at the top of those muscular legs and concentrated on unwrapping the bandage I’d put on him earlier. “It looks better,” I said and palpitated the skin around where he’d been hit. Where it was slightly bruised earlier it had bloomed into a full dark bruise now but the bump that had been there had flattened out. “I think if you ice it through the night, it shouldn’t be an issue for you to play.” I looked up to find his eyes on me instead of his leg, and at first, I thought something was wrong but then he leaned down and gripped my hair with his hand and kissed me hard.

I hesitated for a moment before cupping his face in my hands and kissing him back. It was wet and sloppy and filled with heat and lust, and I was helpless to pull away. After another kiss, or two—or three, we pulled apart, both of us panting but neither letting go of the other. “Sorry,” he said.

“For what?” I asked and pressed my forehead against his.

“For waiting so long to do that.”

I grinned, unable to stop myself. “We only met today.”

“I know, but the very first time I saw you I had to force myself not to think of you or I knew if I let that thought cross my mind, I wouldn’t have been able to focus on the game.”

“Really?” I asked and moved back enough to meet his eyes.

“Really. You didn’t act like you were interested at all. Plus, I was stressed out that it was my first night and there were numerous injuries, and I still don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You handled it all really well, and I know exactly what you mean. I thought I’d be sitting on the bench so when I got the call that I’d be playing I was instantly stressed. There would only be one chance, and I didn’t want to blow it. But there was something about you from the moment I saw you.” His hand massaged the back of my head and lulled me into a state of relaxation I hadn’t felt in months.

Clearing my throat, I moved back far enough to look at his knee and ignored the bulge in his boxers. “Bend it and see how it feels.”

He bent it before standing right in front of me and smiling. “It feels better.”

“Good, but you’ll still need to ice it tonight. Speaking of—” I took out an ice pack and cracked it open before pressing it against his leg. He looked down at me from where he stood while I knelt at his feet. He was gorgeous, his dark hair and dark eyes were intense, but full of kindness and warmth. And desire.

I watched his throat as he swallowed but never took his eyes off me. “Doc, what are your plans for tonight?” he managed to say, his voice rough. Now it was me swallowing and fighting the urge to touch him.

Nine

Max

I wanted him, godI wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone in a while. But I could see he wasn’t sure and while I appreciated his caution, I wanted him to ignore whatever was telling him it might not be a good idea. He swallowed hard once again before speaking and I followed the motion of his throat, unable to take my eyes off him.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked and went back to pressing at my leg.

“Whatever you want,” I murmured, and waited for his response. He looked up at me as his hand slowly glided up my thigh, making my muscles and nerves twitch in anticipation. He stood as he pressed his hand against my straining dick, making me groan.

“What do you want?” he whispered against my neck. My eyes slid closed, and my head tipped back as I focused on every part of my body he was currently touching.

“Everything.” He squeezed my dick before his lips were on mine. My hands wandered all over him while he pulled me against his body.

“This is such a bad idea,” he whispered before biting my ear. “But I can’t resist you.”

“Then don’t,” I said and took his hand.

“Wait, I need to wrap your knee,” he said, and started to pull away but I stopped him.

“After,” I said, and pulled him to my bedroom. I didn’t bother to turn on the light as I led him to my bed. My knee twinged when I sat but I ignored it and wrapped my arms around him. “Are you okay with this?” I asked once I realized I had no pants on and had rushed him into my room.

“I’m okay with it. But I do worry about our working relationship.”

“We can talk about that later, right now I want to taste you.” I leaned across him as he lay down on the bed. We kissed and once again the pulse of attraction and heat came alive. I slid my knee over his legs and immediately a stab of pain stopped me. “Agh!” I grunted.

“What happened?” Ruben asked.

“My knee. Oh my god that hurt almost as bad as when it got hit.” I clutched it and rested my head on his chest while I waited for the intense pain to stop.

“Okay, let me go get you an ice pack. No more hankey pankey for you,” Ruben said before getting up from the bed and walking out of the room. I heard him rustling around in his bag before going to my refrigerator and getting some ice. “Scoot up to the top of the bed.”

“Sorry, it was feeling so much better once you took the binding off.” He set the ice pack on the side of my knee bringing almost instant relief.

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