Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,39
as he deepens the kiss, slips his tongue over mine and then into my mouth.
And oh sweet goodness, he can kiss.
I’m lost in it, the warmth of his body, the strength of him. I can tell he’s holding back, but I imagine what will happen when he loses that control. How much power he possesses in his tall and muscular but still lean frame.
“Oh,” I gasp against him and take what he’s giving me, falling into him as he steps toward me until my back is at my door. My whole body is alive.
With a kiss. A tame one, at that.
He pulls back slowly, ending the kiss. With his hand now at my hip and his other at my jaw, he tilts my chin up. He’s so much taller than me. His blue eyes have deepened and his blond hair is messed.
I want to dig my fingers in it and muss it up more.
“I want to see you. Alone. And soon.”
I blink at him. Once. Twice. “A date?”
“Yes.”
“But… you have Angelo.”
“Then we spend time together when he’s sleeping. Or I have the nanny come over.”
“Mikah…” He has so much to deal with. “I’m not sure now’s the time.”
“I will figure it out.”
He kisses me again, firm, hard, and I barely remember him telling me Angelo’s mom is the only woman he’s been with. He certainly doesn’t have an inexperienced feel to him. He’s confident. So certain of his decisions.
I’m not there.
“We’ll talk,” I say instead. Because inside I want to scream yes, but my ridiculous conscience is warning me to slow down.
He just found out he’s a father, for goodness’ sake.
“We will.”
He reaches around me and grins as I stumble away from him. As he steps through the doorway, I hold the door open and he drops another sweet kiss to my cheek that shoots a flame of heat down to my core.
A cheek kiss. What is wrong with me?
“Goodnight, Paisley. Sleep well,” he murmurs as he pulls away.
I stay in the doorway as he heads back to his place. And dang… he looks good walking away.
“’Night, Mikah,” I say.
He lifts his hand, opens his door, and a rumbling, loud echo of his teammates shouting, “Let’s Go!” bursts through the doorway.
He blushes and shakes his head, grin stretches ear-to-ear. “Goodnight. Again.”
“Bye.” I go back to my condo, doing the exact same.
Yeah, Mikah is dangerous.
In more ways than one.
“You kissed him?”
“Shh.” I reach for Maggie with my hand outstretched to cover her mouth. I made the mistake of mentioning I saw Mikah again last night with some of his teammates and the girl lost her mind, peppering me for every single detail and because I can’t get the kiss out of my head.
Hours later, I woke up to thinking about it, showered and got ready for school thinking about it, when she asked, I couldn’t lie.
She really has to be quiet before Ms. Felarky overhears and scolds us for not getting to work.
Like I’ve been able to work or focus on anything all day. I spent the morning doing my TA office hours and I’m not sure I helped a single undergrad who came in for help with their senior student planning projects. The elementary school majors need to focus on lesson plans, filling out an entire school year of tests and projects and the timing before they can do their student teaching and graduate. I’m still not sure if I listened to anything they said or just approved it because my head’s in the clouds.
And working on that paper Maggie and I are supposed to be doing? Not happening.
My mind is clouded with the memories of a sexy, single dad hockey player who kisses like he has more experience than he’s alluded to.
If he’s that good at kissing… what else does he excel at?
The part of me that’s been neglected since earlier this summer is aching to find out.
“I mean it,” she says, voice full of glee and body bouncing like she’s on a pogo stick. “He’s a professional athlete, Paisley. And do you know how much money he makes? The guy is loaded and young and has his entire career ahead of him. It’s crazy.”
“You… you know how much money he makes?”
“Well yeah, that’s all public information. A quick Google search and Wikipedia page will tell you everything.”
My eyes almost bug out of my head. “And you looked into him?”
It feels… wrong.
Maggie opens her mouth, but I don’t want to know. “Don’t. Don’t tell me. If anything happens with