Okay, I was a woman after all with needs that hadn’t been satisfied in so very long, I was uncertain I knew what to do.
I was lightheaded with need, so much so thinking clearly was obviously not possible because here I was, eager to rip off his clothes.
When he flew past me, his skating ability literally took my breath away. So maybe he’d lied a little and knew how to skate, but theway he’d gone all out to win me over was something I would never have expected in a million years.
So when I was overcome by the need to kiss him, I went all out. What the hell? What could possibly happen after a single little kiss? Right?
After that, the next thirty minutes had been a blur and still were. And why? Because we were both jogging toward my front door. I had my keys in my shaking hand, darting looks to the houses on either side of me to make certain my nosy neighbors weren’t paying any attention and hungering for the man to the point my pussy was throbbing.
Who was I kidding? I’d been wet, hot, and aching for over an hour. I could decide to hate him later, never admitting to a salacious sin, but right now, he wasn’t getting out of my sight. What was wrong with the woman taking what she wanted?
Not a damn thing.
“You need help?” he asked, the mere whisper creating a different set of dark needs into my system.
“I can do it.” Then why was I breathless?
As his hot breath cascaded across the back of my neck, I was unable to see straight and fought to get the key into the lock. Three times it took before I was successful. Once I turned the key, he took over, placing his hand on mine and pushing open the door with enough force it smashed against the wall.
All I could think about was how he’d handled the stranger. As if the man had dared touch what belonged to him. Since when had a big he-man Neanderthal move attracted me?
Never before.
Why now?
Maybe for the same reason the desire for a stranger had reached a strangely evocative plateau.
Once inside, we were standing too close to the door, fighting to close it behind us. I slapped my hand on the wall, trying to find the light switch. You bet I wanted the joy of seeing every single inch of him.
I’d noticed the tattoo on his arm, gorgeous color trickling down his wrist to his hand. I longed to trace the design with my finger, but all while he was lying full unclothed in my bed.
My, wasn’t I being a bad little girl?
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, finally finding the switch.
He spun me around, using his foot to drive the door closed. The night had taken a completely different turn with him winning the event. He’d played me, the bastard, but I’d fallen into the moment, even egging him on.
But after the kiss on the ice, we’d barely made it to a bar not too far away from the arena where we lasted all of one drink.
We’d tried to ignore the connection, a wild shot of electricity that kept my mind from processing all the reasons why a one-night stand was a bad idea.
While I was a bundle of nerves, he was Mr. Sophisticated, knowing exactly how to handle the situation. Thankfully, I’d made him drive his own vehicle when coming to my house. The last thing I wanted was to be seen with him again at the arena.
My decision had nothing to do with his career, instead I was thinking of mine. While there was nothing wrong with me dating, I’d already seen horrible social media posts from anonymous parents claiming horror at their children’s teachers having any public romance. It was ridiculous and I wanted no part of it.
My private life was just that. Private. Nobody’s business.
Plus, I didn’t anticipate one night would lead to a long-term anything. He was an arrogant, self-centered man. That was easy to tell.
But dear God, he was hot. Whew, baby.
We were adults. We were attracted to each other.
We were perfectly capable of making whatever decision we wanted to make.
Including involving wicked fornication.
With the door finally secure, he laughed in a deep, growly voice before shoving me against the wall. Thankfully, I’d arrived in decent attire, the jean skirt and tee shirt beating the heck out of the cheap leotards and slouchy shirt I’d worn to try to stay warm.
