Page 11 of Waltzing on Ice

Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat, and I take advantage, biting down just enough to make her whimper. “You like this, don’t you?” I rasp. “Being fucked against the lockers?”

She clenches around me, her moan strangled. “Shut up.”

I grin against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. “Make me.”

And she does—by dragging my mouth back to hers, devouring me like she needs me to breathe.

When she comes, it’s sudden and violent, her entire body going rigid before shattering around me. The sound she makes nearly undoes me, but I hold on, thrusting through her orgasm until she’s shaking in my arms. Then, with one last brutal stroke, I follow, spilling into her with a groan that feels like it rips through my fucking soul.

For a moment, neither of us moves. Our ragged breathing fills the space between us, our bodies still tangled, slick with sweat and need.

I’m hyperaware of Daisy—her scent, her warmth, the way her bare legs are still wrapped around my hip. My chest tightens.

I don’t want to move. I don’t want to let this moment slip away before I figure out what the hell it means.

Then Daisy blinks up at me, and I see the exact second she puts her walls back up.

She tenses. Stands up, smoothing her torn clothes as best she can, her lips still red and swollen from my kiss. “Finn—” she starts.

“Don’t,” I say, already knowing what’s coming.

Her jaw tightens. “This was a mistake.”

I knew she’d say it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t cut like a damn blade.

I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to smirk, to play it off like I don’t care. “Sure, Daisy. Whatever you say.”

She hesitates, just for a second. Maybe she doesn’t believe her own words. Then she gathers her things and walks out, leaving me alone in a space that still smells like her.

Chapter Ten

Daisy

It was just the heat of the moment. That’s what I tell myself as I stand under the scalding spray of the shower, scrubbing Finn off my skin even though I can still feel him—his hands gripping my hips, his mouth branding my throat, the rough, breathless way he said my name.

It was nothing. A lapse in judgment. Two people caught up in a stupid, reckless game of make-believe. So why does it feel like my entire body is still trembling from it?

I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to breathe. I don’t have time for this. I need to focus, to forget, to control this before it spirals into something I can’t undo.

I dress quickly, throwing on a sweater and leggings, trying not to think about the ache between my thighs or the way my lips still feel swollen. I refuse to let this distract me, to let him distract me.

Finn isn’t my real partner. He isn’t myanything.

I step outside into the cool air, inhaling deeply, hoping the fresh air will clear my head. But instead, I find myself face-to-face with someone I don’t have the energy for.

Lucas leans against the wall just outside the venue, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive coat, watching me like he’s been waiting.

My stomach tightens.

“Daisy,” he says smoothly, pushing off the wall and stepping toward me. “I was hoping to catch you alone.”

I fold my arms over my chest. “Why? So you can pretend to be heartbroken some more?”

His lips curve into a knowing smile. “Ah, so youdidnotice. It’s nice to know you still pay attention.”

I roll my eyes. “What do you want, Lucas?”

“I want to talk,” he says, feigning sincerity. “You and I both know this thing with Sullivan is just a show. You don’t belong with someone like him.”

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