Page 16 of Dirty Pucking Tease

"I'll see you tomorrow." I hopped out of the hot tub and stormed into the house, not bothering to grab a towel.

Slamming the door closed, I fell forward, grabbed my knees, and breathed heavily.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Drawing in a deep breath, I stood up and exhaled while I turned to see Kaia getting out of the hot tub.

I did it again. I ran.

No woman had ever made me feel like she did, but she wasn't the kind of girl you only wanted for one night.

My tongue swept across my lips as I watched her stroll to the table and grab her towel. Her perfect body glistened under the moonlight. She wrapped the towel around her and strolled towards the house.

I should run upstairs and lock myself in my room, but I can't. I'm drawn to her by some electric force.

She pushed through the door, freezing when she noticed me. Our gaze locked as our chests rose and fell in sync. The only sound was our labored breathing filling the room.

"Fuck it." I stormed forward, my hands gripping her face. My mouth crashed hard against hers.

I wanted to be her first real kiss. I didn't know it until now, but I wanted to be her first and last real kiss. I wanted to be her first and last everything. I didn't want to share her.

I'd thought about this moment more than I'd ever admit, and she had no idea how badly I wanted her.

Her lips parted, and I took the opportunity to dive in, exploring every inch of her mouth. She tasted like heaven and strawberries.

A horn blew in the distance, and I pulled out of the kiss. We were in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could see us.

"What was that?" she breathed.

"A kiss," I panted, releasing her face. "Was it gross?" She shook her head.

I needed to put some space between us before I threw her on the counter and did something I knew she wasn't ready for.

"Good night." I smiled, turned, and walked away.

12

Pushing off the ice, I twirled around. It was a little after five a.m., and the rink was empty. The way I liked it.

The ice was like a second home to me. It became my escape after my mother died, but three years ago, when my skating partner Matthias was killed in a car accident, I lost my passion for the sport. I would have stopped skating altogether if it hadn't been for Camryn, who forced me every morning to get back on the ice.

Although I still had no interest in the sport, I did love skating again.

Most mornings, I wasn't alone, though. Camryn usually came, and by the time she picked me up and we got here, there were already hockey players using the ice. But this morning, Cam wasn't here, and the only sounds were my skates slicing through the fresh ice and my labored breathing.

That lasted for twenty whole minutes before the sound of a second pair of skates slid through the ice.

Jax pushed off the ice skating effortlessly towards me.

"You're here early this morning." I smiled as he circled me.

He shrugged, skidding to a stop in front of me. "I wanted to get in some ice time before classes this morning. Where's Cam?"

"She twisted her ankle last night," I said. "She's okay but wanted to rest this morning, so she's ready for Trystan's gig tonight."

"So you're alone?"

"Yes, do you plan on murdering me?" I laughed.

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