Page 51 of Merry Little Sugar Rush
It doesn’t work.
The next thing I know, we’re both crashing to the cold, frozen rink in a pile of limbs and pain. My head is kept from hitting the unforgiving surface by being rolled. Before my brain can catch up with what’s happening, I’m lying on top of Burk, his gorgeous face registering pain.
“Shit,” he mutters. “I’m so sorry, are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I insist, trying not to dwell on the fact my body is pressed against his and feels fucking amazing.
“Did you hit your head?” he asks, searching my face with worry.
“No, I’m fine. You?”
He shifts a little and his face scrunches up in discomfort. “I think I dislocated my ass.”
I bark out a laugh, my focus quickly returning to the fact my breasts shift and rub his chest as I giggle. When our eyes connect, his seem to sober instantly, as if he’s suddenly realizing we’re pressed together very intimately. Not to mention the fact one of his hands is resting on my ass.
Clearing his throat, he suddenly moves. But it’s not either of his hands, it’s his mouth. He plasters his lips to mine, his tongue delving deep as he tastes. I feel my body explode like a firecracker. It’s instant, intense, and burns me in the best way possible.
“I’m sorry!”
Burk and I startle, our kiss—and the moment—broken. We both turn to see the young boy who caused us to stumble and fall crouching beside where we lie. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m not nearly as good of a skater as you are,” Burk tells the young boy, who offers a wide grin.
“I practice a lot. But my mom says I shouldn’t be so cocky and give the other people space,” he informs us, as if Mom had a hand in his apology.
“It’s all good, buddy. Thank you for apologizing,” Burk replies, carefully rolling me off his body and helping me sit up.
“You should practice your swizzles and crossovers.”
I giggle but quickly cover it with a cough and a hand to my mouth.
Burk, clearly realizing my laughter comes at his expense, narrows his eyes at me before turning a smile at the boy. “You’re right, I should get some more practice in.”
“Okay! Bye!” the boy declares before taking off like a bolt of lightning and heading to where the young girl waits for him.
“Well, I do believe I was just told by a seven-year-old.”
Another giggle slips from my mouth. I seem to be doing a lot of that when I’m around Burk. “How’s your ass-et?” I ask, the innuendo hanging heavy between us.
“Sore,” he informs me. Carefully, he stands up before reaching both hands down to me. “Shall we?”
Placing my hands in his, I get up from the ice and stand directly in front of him. The tension grows thick once more, crackling like logs in a fireplace. The heat coming from his body and his eyes mirrors that of my own, and all I want to do is get back to my place and be alone with this man.
The one who started off as a friend, until the lines started to blur.
And that’s exactly what has happened since he arrived back in town.
I want more.
From Burk.
There’s no turning back.
FOURTEEN
Burk
The feelof her body splayed along mine will forever be branded in my head. As I take her hand and practically drag her off the rink, I have to tell myself to slow it down. There’s no reason for me to maul her right here in the middle of the festival, with Santa, Mrs. Claus, and the rest of the busybodies to witness.
The moment we’re out of the rink, we head for one of the benches where we left our shoes. Joy takes a seat and starts removing her skates, with me hot on her heels. There’s an urgency hanging heavily in the air, a sexual tension that’s driving us both.
