Page 105 of Puck to the Heart
“Before Ethan retired… oof,” Ivy lowered her voice and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I get it.” She waved at the ice where Ash grinned while slamming his fist into some dude’s midsection.
The grin told me it was one of the less serious fights; the two men probably planned it beforehand. And—yep—the camera caught him winking as he skated to the penalty box.
Winking was supposed to be corny, not hot as hell, but it was like he knew I was watching. Like when I’d told him without thinking how fascinating I found the hip stretches he did before games, and he’d found every excuse to do the ridiculous movement all the time, even at home.What an asshole, I thought fondly.
“Yeah, I’m just glad I missed the stretches this time.”
“Mmm yeah, it’s too bad I’m married, or hockey might be my new favorite sport.”
Ethan rolled his eyes and slung an arm over his wife, whispering something in her ear to turn Ivy’s freckled cheeks bright pink.
* * *
Outside the press room,I paced as I waited, trying to calm my racing heart. None of the previous games I'd attended had such an… impact.
Drumbeats of desire tinged with anxiety thrummed in my blood while I waited, the complicated mix of emotions simmering to a raging boil as the low timbre of his voice approached the door.
A snap of electricity curled along my senses with the intimate knowledge of the deep rumbling of his voice against my skin. Anticipation lay sweet on my tongue as I waited, and I nearly threw myself on the first person who walked out the door.
It was Coach. Internally kicking myself, I bounced on my toes, squeezing my fingers tight in my mittens. There,finally, Ash stepped through the door, his attention on Allen while they animatedly discussed something.
While his attention lay elsewhere, I took the time to fully appreciatehim. The length of his frame, the long line unbroken by the out of character all-black suit he wore. Usually, he preferred a more classic look, a crisp, white shirt. But the cut of this new suit was different, giving him a darker feel.
Even the cologne he wore smelled different, tinging the air around him with a darker, woodsy scent, making my knees quake.
Oh fuck, I was in trouble.
When his eyes found mine, the sizzling look he gave me sent my knees from quaking to buckling. Smoke curled in his gaze and,fuck, why was his glower so hot? "Olivia," he rumbled.
“Eep,” I squeaked in response. Our first night together, when I'd jokingly called him Sir came to mind. Curling my fingers into his lapels, I pulled him closer, putting all the singing lust into a kiss that left us both gasping for air.
Public displays usually left my skin prickling in unease; anyone watching me was cause for discomfort, and add in something sopersonalto the mix, and…I'd rather not think about it.
All thoughts left my head as Ash kissed me back with unbridled enthusiasm. His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, sliding into my hair to tip my head back further. Every hard plane of his muscles pressed into the softness of my breasts and thighs and belly. An involuntary whimper escaped my throat when his teeth sank into my lower lip.
Again, an image of him tugging down my underwear had another rush of heat stoking deep in my core. "Not that I’m complaining," Ash said, his breath hitching, and damn, I loved it. "But what's gotten into you, Barnes?" His lips moved to my jaw as he spoke, as if he'd forgotten we were in public, too.
Oh, hell, we were inpublic.
"You could get into me," I muttered, then clapped a hand over my mouth.
A slow-burning, breathtaking smile stole over Ash’s face. If I didn't already want to tackle the man and ride him into oblivion, that would've clinched it. “Olivia Barnes, you little deviant,” he murmured, the smile turning into a devilish smirk.
I backed up half a step to make room for oxygen after he practically knocked it all out of my lungs. My hands didn’t seem to want to let him go, though, remaining entwined in his jacket. The rough pad of his thumb traced the purplish veins beneath delicate skin, and I had to squeeze my eyes closed and ground myself to keep from moaning. More voices reached my ears, footsteps of more players and press passing by.
“Let’s go home.”
Every single brain cell, of which there were currently very few receiving blood flow, screamed to pull Olivia into the back of my car and have her right there. But the thought of a security guard catching us was less than appealing, so home we went.
If my right hand wandered between her thighs while I drove, who could blame me? The Knights were riding a winning streak on the way to the playoffs, and the adrenaline high had me gritting my teeth to keep from pulling off on a dark side street. Olivia had similar ideas. At the next red light, she leaned over the center console, reaching for me.
“Oh, we’re doing this here?”
“Sorry, did you want to wait?” False innocence coated her words like sugar.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Shut up, then.”
