Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,90
is if I was twenty years older.
“How are you feeling?”
She flips her hand in the air, smiling like she hasn’t been sick at all. Perhaps Paisley was right. I’m beginning to learn she usually is. About everything. “Oh, I’m great. Healthy and hale and Angelo is napping so if you want to go back and get your girl…”
“I want.”
This woman. I wish my mom could have been like her. Or maybe I wish for a cool aunt like Viola. I’m at Paisley’s door, lifting my hand to knock when Viola calls my name again.
“Yes?”
She coughs into her hand and winks, smiling behind her fist. “Have fun.”
She disappears behind the door to my condo and it takes a second for what she’s done to register.
That woman.
She played us.
I shake my head, laughing and knock on Paisley’s door. Nervous as the day I was when I signed my first contract with the Ice Kings, I swipe my sweaty palms down the front of my athletic pants.
The door unlocks and slowly opens.
“Paisley?”
She only opens the door a few inches, enough for me to see her face, but I want to see more. I can’t read anything from her expression.
Her cheeks are flushed, hair down, but it’s her green eyes that pull me in and make my nerves scatter wildly.
“Mikah.” Her gaze slides to the left, toward the door of my home and back to me, and the top curves of her cheeks darken. “Hey.”
She steps back, bringing the door with her and then I see why she only opened it a small amount.
She’s dressed in a towel. And from what it appears, only a towel.
I grab the doorknob, forcing her farther back, the door opens wider so I can finally enter and then close it behind me.
“Do you need more time?”
“No.” Her hand goes to the top of the towel where one end is tucked in, holding it up. I stop her before she can undo it.
Her hands are trembling. She’s nervous, possibly scared. She has no reason to be either.
“We will talk after. I will tell you everything.”
“You will. And I’ll still end up forgiving you for acting like an idiot.”
“You’re so sure of that?”
She shrugs and her tongue brushes over her lip. “Yeah. I mean, I love you. So that’s what you do for people you love.”
“You love me.” It hits me like a puck to the chest, slamming into me and stealing my breath.
“Possibly from the first moment I saw you.” Her lips quirk and her hand swipes down the length of her body. “Dressed in something like this, if I remember correctly.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
I drop her hand I’d taken earlier and pluck the edge of the towel. It falls to the floor, but I don’t remove my gaze from her eyes. “I love you, too.”
She flies at me and I catch her, falling back a step before I steady her. My hands settle on her ass and her breasts are pressed to my chest. I revel in the feel of her body in my hands once again for only a moment.
And then I press my lips to hers. “I love you,” I say again before chasing my words with a kiss. “I mean it and I’m sorry for hurting you, skat. So very sorry.”
“Sket?”
I didn’t realize I’d slipped in language and I smile at her. “Close enough. Skat. It means, sweetie, or treasure.”
“Oh.” She presses her lips to mine. They’re turned up in a smile. I didn’t think I would see that from her today. At least not yet. “I like that.”
I’ve made it to her room, and I drop one hand from her ass to place it on her bed. She clings to me as I place one knee then the other on her mattress and move up until I can lay her down in the center.
“I will show you other things you like more,” I tease, humming against her throat. My dick is already hard. Her nipples are too, light brown hardened points that raise and fall with every breath she takes.
I want to make this good for her. Slow. I want to spend the evening and night showering her with my love through my body to begin proving how much I love this woman.
She swept into my life when least expected and most needed.
She’s been nothing but gracious and kind and loyal, and when I needed help the most, I turned her away instead of drawing her closer.