Page 77 of Fear of Intimacy

“It’s not ego if it’s true.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I truly think you’ve been hit too many times.”

“All good.” Trevor tapped his head with his fist. “All about confidence, baby.”

Slowing down, I tilted my feet to the side so I could come to a stop. Trevor did the same beside me.

“You know,” I peered up at him, skating toward him so our chests were inches from touching. “I think you’re all bark and no bite.”

“Is that so?” I watched as his jaw clenched, a flare of hunger in his eyes.

“You’ve gone a bit…” I made a show of looking him up and down, the corner of my lip tilting up. “Soft.”

“Soft?” When his voice grew deeper.

“It’s okay. I guess I can get used to this soft version of you.”

“I’d be very careful if I was you, Sunshine.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” I smirked. Sending him a wink, I pushed off my toe pick and darted away. I heard his skates against the ice as he skated after me.

“Tasha,” he taunted behind me.

“You’re too slow,” I teased over my shoulder.

My thighs were starting to burn, and while I was halfway decent at keeping up my speed, I wasn’t a pro like Trevor. I knew he was taking it easy on me. Even though I knew it wasn’t smart, I threw another jab over my shoulder. “Come on, Grandpa!”

Too busy cackling at my own joke, I didn’t notice Trevor was behind me until a pair of hands grabbed me by the waist and lifted me in the air. I shrieked as Trevor twirled mearound. How he managed to do that and stay upright on the ice was beyond me.

My squeal turned into fits of laughter as Trevor kept me suspended in the air and skated forward.

“Let me down!” I tried to sound threatening but my laughter ruined it.

My entire back was pressed against his front, which made it hard to concentrate, especially when his muscles flexed to keep me up off the ice.

Trevor slowed down and came to a stop at the edge of the rink. I’m not sure how he did it, but one moment I was in his arms, and the next, I was being turned and plopped down on the edge of the sideboard. My ass was hanging off since it was barely big enough for me to sit on.

I gaped up at Trevor, finding myself at the perfect height for him to stand between my legs. Placing his hands beside me, he caged me between the sideboard and his body, bending so his head was level with mine.

“Did you call me a grandpa?” He was close enough that his breath fanned across my face. Those eyes pierced mine. I wasn’t about to show him how much he affected me.

“I did.” I stuck my chin out. “And?”

“You have a grandpa fetish? Wow, that's dirty.”

“Trevor!” I smacked his arm as he threw his head back laughing, the sound seeping into my bones. Man, I loved his laugh.

“You are so gross!” I crinkled my nose, but a smile still played on my lips.

“You love it.” Dipping his head, he captured my lips with his, caging me underneath him. My hands moved up the front of his shirt slowly. I could feel the hard muscle of his pecks.

The way Trevor kissed me made my toes curl in myskates. The swipe of his tongue against my lips pulled a moan from my throat.

As Trevor kissed me slowly and softly, I realized he was right. I did love it. I loved a lot of things he did and maybe, just maybe, I could let myself fall in love with him.

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