Page 94 of Ice Wolf
I felt sorry for him. For us. For the team. But mostly I was angry. A.N.G.R.Y. that anyone could be that stupid to create such disgusting photographs. Really? It would seem anyone with experience with Photoshop or some asinine AI product was creating what they called art these days.
Fake art that ruined careers and terrorized people.
I slapped another handful in before I realized the pasta was too dry.
“Who the fuck do they think they are printing that bullshit?” You bet I was cursing like a sailor. After throwing the refrigerator door open with force, I snatched the mayo jar from the shelf. Thankfully, I’d been able to piece together a simple but decent meal.
As I opened the jar, I yanked the spoon I’d placed on a paper towel, flinging the gooey stuff to the left.
Saint’s sigh was heavy.
I slowly turned my head. “Oops.”
“Uh-huh.” He licked a glob off his lips while peering at me with only one eye open. “You’re a mess.” His grin was infectious, so cute my pussy throbbed. I’d been dead set on hating the man, but he had that boyish way of making everything better.
“I’m not a mess. You are.” To prove a point, I stuck my fingers into the jar, the mayo sticking to them easily. When I flung the entire amount in his face, I couldn’t help but squeal.
He was shocked by what I’d done. I was too. That I suddenly felt playful around him confused the hell out of me.
Saint didn’t react at first, but his chest was rising and falling, those sinfully gorgeous eyes of his turning dark. With just that sexy hint of silver around his irises.
“See?” I asked. “You’re the big mess. Not me.” His face continued to be contorted and I backed away, still laughing.
He could be so adorable when he wasn’t infuriating. I’d seen the way he’d looked at me when we’d been at the rink. He’d had confusion in his eyes as if he honestly didn’t have a clue why I’d been angry with him.
I’d been determined to let it go when he’d shocked me by really trying to apologize. His dimples were evident, even now, and that only added to the confusion I felt around him. We weren’t supposed to mean anything to the other, but I felt… strangely close.
His sudden movement caught me off guard. Within seconds, he had the mayonnaise jar in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I squealed as he shoved the spoon back into the jar.
“Showing you how much of a mess you are.” He pulled out a huge scoop and I gasped.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
“Oh, yes, I do.” He spun me around and immediately spread the chilly goo all the way down my face, rubbing the back of the spoon across my lips several times. “Yep. I was right. A total mess.”
He placed the jar on the counter, rubbing his hands together as if happy as a clam.
I couldn’t allow the man to one-up me. So what did I do? I grabbed a handful of the half-finished pasta salad, tossing it in his face. Then another handful was tossed on his neck so rotini could slide down his tee shirt.
“Now, you’re going to get it.”
Saint was grinning like he’d turned into an evil man as he grabbed me by one arm, smashing mayo all over my face. We wrestled, mayo slipping from our bodies onto the floor. In my bare feet, I slid all over the place and could have fallen had his hold not been so firm.
We were grunting and groaning, but I couldn’t help but keep a smile on his face as I rubbed a fingerful across the bridge of his nose. With another handful of pasta, I eased my hand under his shirt, rubbing the salad into his skin.
“You are such a brat. You can’t win,” he growled. “Not against me.”
“Wanna bet?”
His laugh was boisterous and in an unexpected move, he lowered his head, licking the goo from my lips. When he captured them completely, I was in total shock, my body instantly reacting.
I arched my back, pursing my lips just as he pushed his tongue inside. The combined flavors were incredible, jolts of current pulsing through every vein. His lips were soft, his tongue dominating and my heart was thudding rapidly.
Somewhere in the middle of kisses amidst growls and captured moans, he managed to jerk my shirt up. He broke the kiss long enough to yank it off, swinging it around in his finger before tossing halfway across the room.
My bra was next and he took the opportunity to slather my nipples with another scoop of mayo.
