Page 59 of Break my Heart
It pisses me off all over again that her former coach stole something so precious from her. That he tried to ruin this part of her life.
She deserves to have the future she worked so hard for.
I skate a few laps around the perimeter while she practices jumps and spins in the center. My eyes stay locked on her, mesmerized by the way she moves. The determination etched into her face is sexy as hell, and it makes me want to pull her off the ice and show her exactly how I feel.
She transitions into a spin, pulling her leg up until the blade of her skate is over her head. The skill and flexibility it takes to execute that trick is mind-blowing.
I move closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
When she finally comes to a stop, I find myself unable to hold back. As soon as my fingers nab hers, I tug her toward me with measured movements, wanting to give her enough time to put a stop to the intimacy. My arms wrap around her, pulling her against me. For a second or two, her muscles stiffen. Just when I consider setting her free and stepping back to give her space, she relaxes, her body melting into mine.
“You’re too talented not to compete,” I murmur, my voice low. “You realize that, right?”
Sadness floods her eyes as she looks away. “There’s no longer a place for me in that world.”
I lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I don’t believe that. And deep down, neither do you.”
Before she has a chance to respond, I brush my lips across hers. It’s a gentle kiss, slow and teasing, but it’s enough to set every nerve ending on fire. Her palms settle on my chest before sliding upward until her arms tangle around my neck.
A groan rumbles up from deep within my body as she presses against me.
This is what I’ve been waiting for.
This connection.
The feeling of being so close to her that nothing else matters.
My hands tighten around her waist as our tongues brush, and I sink deeper into the kiss.
Somewhere in the distance a door opens, and a voice rings out. “Ava?”
We splinter apart, our eyes wide.
Coach.
I grab her hand and tug her toward the bench. We barely make it to the edge of the ice when she stumbles, crashing into me. I twist at the last second and take the brunt of the fall as we hit the rubber flooring. She lands on top of me with a soft grunt. Our bodies are flush as my arms tighten around her.
“Ava?” Coach’s voice echoes closer, sending a jolt of adrenaline through me.
We’re a mess of limbs, tangled up together, and I’m pretty sure the massive hard-on I’m sporting isn’t helping matters. Even with her dad seconds away from finding us, all I can think about is the way her lips felt against mine.
Heat floods her eyes, turning them a deep cerulean hue. The situation turns dire when she wriggles against my groin, creating friction.
Instead of giving in to the pleasure flooding my system, my fingers tighten around her slender hips. “You need to stop, or we’re going to get caught. I don’t think either of us want that.”
Humor flares to life in her eyes, mingling with the arousal.
Have I ever seen them spark with such laughter?
When she continues to squirm, her breath catches and her pupils dilate, the black swallowing up the blue. It makes her look even sexier than before.
“That feels so good,” she whispers, her voice turning smokey.
“Way too damn good,” I groan in agreement. “Keep that up and I’ll come in my sweats.”
Her teeth scrape across her lower lip. “I’d like to see that happen.”
Her hips continue to gyrate as the flush in her cheeks grows and a dazed quality enters her eyes. Each movement forces me closer to the precipice.