Page 136 of Miami Ice

“Caramel?”

“If you keep this up, I will not get naked for you when we get back to your place!” I threaten.

Beckham exits the arena and pulls onto the streets of downtown Miami. He brings his SUV to a stop at a red light and grins wickedly. “You know, Cupcake, they might be onto something with the sweet food. Not that I need any enticement to lick your body.”

HELLO.

Suddenly a thought hits me. So I might not want to picture Ella having Jordan lick stuff off her body, but I can see the appeal of having Beckham go crazy licking something off me. His tongue running over my skin and—

“Beckham?”

“Yeah?” he says, his eyes fixed on the traffic lights.

“You know what I like as a treat? Sweetened condensed milk. It’s thick and creamy and luscious. And if I’m baking something with it, I love to dip my finger in the can and lick it off.”

His eyes dart toward mine. “Georgie, are you … suggesting something to me?”

I feel powerful in this moment. That I’ve become aware of my sexuality and how to use it, not just to please him, but to please me, too.

And I feel safe enough to share these thoughts with Beckham.

“I’m suggesting we stop at the grocery store and get some sweetened condensed milk. You might have a whole new appreciation for how it tastes. On me.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. The old Georgie would be freaking out that he’s turned off.

But the Georgie I am with Beckham? Even if he isn’t into this idea, he will tell me in a way that doesn’t upset or embarrass me.

“Georgie.”

“Yes?”

“I have no idea what this sweetened condensed milk is, and it might taste like garbage, but suddenly I want it.”

We both laugh. “Let’s go to the grocery store,” I suggest.

“Oh, hell yeah, we’re going to the grocery store. Right now.”

Beckham asks his navigation system to locate the nearest grocery store, and then he laces his hand through mine, bringing it to his lips and brushing a warm kiss over my knuckles. Then he releases my hand and I stare down at it, my eyes falling on the bracelet he made for me.

This is what love is about, I think. It’s someone making you a bracelet. Watching your partner play on the ice. It’s him happy to have you there. It’s your man wanting to have hot sex with you, but then showing you affection by pressing a simple kiss on your hand.

I’m falling so hard and fast for this man. And I just gave him more of myself tonight.

With more to follow.

Chapter Thirty

I wake up a few minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off.

At four-thirty in the morning. UGH.

I’m so tired. I’m glad I made the decision to pack my van up for the Holly Jolly Christmas Bazaar earlier this week, so I’m ready to go on that front. I took an Uber from Beckham’s house to the game, so my van is here in the driveway, awaiting me.

I just have to find a way to wake up.

I turn off the alarm on my phone, not wanting to disturb Beckham. I look over at him. He’s sprawled on his stomach, the sheets tangled around his hips, and one of his arms is draped across me. His dark brown locks are sticking up, and his lips are slightly parted as he breathes in and out. Minnie is once again perched at the top of his pillow, and the two of them together are the cutest thing. She’s never far from him when he’s home, and I love that.

I take a few minutes to watch him, and I resist the urge to reach over and smooth his hair. Affection fills me, and I swear I could spend the next hour here, just watching him sleep.

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