Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,57
leave. Or arrive. And he wants me to do what? Rip off my cover-up?
“Show me the swimsuit. I’ve been thinking of this since Saturday when you said you’d come. I want to see you in a bikini.” His lips twitch. Those Caribbean blue eyes of his smolder. “Mostly I want to see you in nothing, but the bikini will work.”
Oh. Well. Wow. He’s so sweet and kind. His bossy sexiness always throws me. Comes out of nowhere. And now there’s an area of my bikini bottoms growing warm. Wet.
Great.
“Mikah.”
“Let me see, Paisley. If you won’t show the rest of them, do not deprive it from me.”
And well, hey. I mean, I wore it for him anyway. Slowly, I lift my cover-up. It’s loose and comes to my knees with a deep V-neck and wide, loose arms. It fits like the softest and lightest robe, almost a Mumu. I still love it.
“Tell me if I should change, okay? And be honest.”
His gaze is fixed on my stomach area, stormy eyes holding the area and I see a flash of something darker, something that makes me hotter and it’s not the obscene heat it’s the obscene look on his face as I lift the cover-up and pull it over my head. My braid that’s been draped over my shoulder flips to the back and itches my spine as it falls.
I barely notice.
Mikah’s hands now dig into his hips. His jaw clenched tight. Gaze slowly but so intently roaming over my body, I feel it like a scrape against my sensitive skin.
“Mikah—”
I can barely breathe his name. The way he’s looking at me is so… much.
“Later,” he says, and his voice has gone low, difficult to understand with the accent and the look on his face. “Later when I take you to bed, we will start with you in that and then I will enjoy stripping it off you.”
My knees shake. “It’s too much.”
“It is perfect. And sexy. And I will feel much honor if you wear that with me next to you.” He finally meets my gaze again and that twinkle in his eye I love so much returns. “I will feel other things too, but perhaps we can finally take care of that tonight, too.”
“Oh.” He means him. Every time I’ve gone to touch him, he’s stopped me. Said later. “Does this mean it’s time for later?” I ask, lingering on the word, letting him know what I’m implying.
“Yes. Tonight is later.”
Yippee. “And the suit?” It’s a bikini but not. Dozens of thin turquoise straps criss-cross over and across my stomach and my back. The sides are open, almost making it look like I’m tied and strapped inside silk and satin. It’s evocative.
It reminded me of Mikah’s eyes when I saw it online and rush shipped it.
“Everything you wear is perfect. Sexy. I like it.” He bends down and grabs the car seat. “Are you ready now?”
I mean, it’s possible I’m ready to ditch the party all together and get to later now, but I’m pretty certain that’s not what he means.
“Sure, Mikah.” I throw on the cover-up, wait while he grabs the diaper bag. I pick up the bag with our towels and outside supplies and he throws the door open.
As soon as we step inside, his teammates who I swear huddle together in anticipation of Mikah preparing to enter the room, all throw their heads back, and shout, “Let’s Go!”
Mikah grins down at me, pink hitting the tops of his ears. “I really hate that.”
I laugh, shake my head, and shove him inside with my hand now at his back. “I don’t think you mean that, superstar.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mikah
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“Your girl is something else.”
My girl. I like the way that every man here knows Paisley came with me. She isn’t stealing the show, putting on an act, but she still seems to draw people to her with a natural grace I have been almost drooling over since the day I met her.
Jason, my teammate currently grinning at her, is the one who I owe a lot of it to.
I clink my glass of water to his. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem. Anytime you need help from the master come to me.”
I grin into my glass of water, forcing myself to tear my eyes from Paisley. As soon as we entered, the women swooped in and took Angelo from me, fawning over him like so many women tend to do. Paisley was swept up with them and even though I