Page 49 of Dreams on the Ice

Every piece.

“Will you be happy never having that money? I have a feeling if we stay together, it won’t happen.”

His lips curve up into a smile. A wide one. And then he clears his throat before he speaks. “Funny thing about that, honey. I don’t give a fuck. I’m at the point right now where I’m not expecting a dime from them—ever. I’ve got a coaching job and lessons lined up to help make up for my years and money wasted because I was fucking stupid. I’m coming out of this on top… no,we’recoming out of this on top.”

He wraps his arms around me and brings me close to him. My hands are trapped between us, still pressing against his chest. And honestly, I want them to be nowhere else.

Tilting my head back, I look up into his eyes, but not for long. His head is on the descent, and his mouth touches mine in the next breath. It’s not a deep kiss, but it’s hard, and it’s perfect.

He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, then nips on the flesh there before he lifts his head but doesn’t release me. His eyes search mine in silence, and I forget we’re in the middle of a café.

The entire world melts away when I’m in his arms. I was so stupid for walking away from him. So damn stupid. I should have stayed and trusted him. Slipping one of my hands from between us, I cup his cheek with my palm and slide my thumb along his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I should have trusted you.”

He smiles. I don’t know why I expected him to be angry at my words, but he’s not. “Yeah, you should have, but that’s okay. You will now. I just had to prove to you that I got this. That I got you. And now I have.”

My body fills with a warmth that I didn’t realize I was missing. An ooey-gooey warmth that consumes me. But it’s interrupted when someone moves to my right. I catch them in my peripheral view. There are three people holding up their phones, recording us.

“Forrest,” I whisper.

“Yup,” he snaps. “Let’s go.”

He places his hand on the small of my back, but I don’t miss the absolutely panty-dropping grin he flashes the phones. He’s playing it up big for the cameras, and it’s sexy as sin. Together, we leave the café, but he doesn’t walk me to my car. Instead, he walks me to his, stopping when we reach it.

Turning to face him, I tilt my head back. He is still smiling, acting as if he’s won the biggest prize of all, but he doesn’t realize I’m the one who has won everything. He’s kind, protective, and beautiful. I don’t think there is anyone else in this world for me but Forrest Westwood.

“I’m taking you home, Brooklynn. To stay.”

Chapter

Twenty-Four

BROOKLYNN

Forrest parks in the driveway.Nobody else is home, which I’m happy about. He opens the car door, unfolds from his seat, then jogs around the front of the car to open my door for me. Slipping my hand into his waiting palm, I stand and straighten as I look up at him. With a wide grin, he dips his chin, then his mouth brushes mine.

I don’t think I could ever get tired of his kiss. Everything about his man is absolutely out of this world amazing to me. I’ve never felt this way before, and I wonder if it will fade. I hope it never does.

Hand in hand, he guides me into the house. We don’t stop until we’ve climbed the stairs and reached his bedroom. Then Forrest spins around, his eyes burning into mine before he speaks.

“I missed you every second of every day that we were apart. I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so fucking much,” he rasps.

My lips curve up into a small smile. “I missed you, too, Forrest.”

And with that, nothing more needs to be said. He bends down, gripping my waist before he gently picks me up and backs into his bedroom. He spins me around, then I watch as he kicks the door closed. And before I realize what’s happening, I’m lying on the bed with his body on top of mine.

His lips touch my own. His tongue traces every curve of my mouth before he travels down my throat, licking and sucking on the flesh there. My eyes slowly close, my head falling backward and my neck arching as he tastes me.

Forrest’s hands grip my shirt at the side, gliding it up my body before he whips it over my head. His large hands roughly tug the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts, but before I can question anything, his mouth is on one of my nipples, sucking on my flesh hard. His teeth sink into the skin, and my entire body feels a jolt of electricity flow through it, ending at my pussy.

“Yes,” I hiss, lifting my hands to his hair, gripping the strands tightly as my back arches. I silently beg for more. His other hand lifts to my bare breast, his fingers pinching the nipple before he tugs on the hardened bud.

All words have been lost to this moment. I cannot think, and I can barely breathe. All I can do is lie here and accept every sensation as it flows throughout my body. I’m aching and wet between my thighs, wishing that my shorts and panties were anywhere else but on my body.

He releases my breast with a pop, then shifts positions, his mouth finding purchase on my other one and his hand on the one that his mouth just vacated. But since my nipple is wet, his fingers sliding around feel different—better. And I actually purr.

I’ve never purred before.

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