Page 100 of On Ice

My lips twitch and I rake a hand through my hair. “It was.” He sighs and sits up. When he starts to get off the bed, I reach out and grab his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He blinks at me. “To my room.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No?” He frowns. “Why no?”

I smirk. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He makes a chuffing sound. “Oh, really?” He glances down at his cum smeared abs. “Then, can I at least clean up in your bathroom?”

“Sure. If you promise to come back.” I release his arm.

He stands, rubbing his wrist. “I assumed you’d want me to leave.”

“You assumed wrong.” I flutter my fingers at him. “Now run along and get pretty for me.”

He rolls his eyes and heads for the master bath. I watch him go, admiring his firm, muscular ass. He’s a gorgeous specimen of a man. His body is lean and athletic. I was surprised, but thrilled, when he knocked on my door tonight. Hopefully, this night will change things between us. I don’t want to always fight with him. I’d rather enjoy him and spend some quality time with him.

Who the hell am I?

I’m out of my element with Evan. I want things with him I’ve never once craved with anyone else. I’m sure this ache I have for him will diminish, if I can just fuck him enough times. Flirting with Austin at the wedding didn’t help like I’d hoped it would. While it was nice seeing Austin, and he looked sexy as fuck, all I could think about was getting back to Evan.

Hopefully, I’ll work him out of my system quickly. I need to get back to being the cold-hearted bastard people expect me to be. My family’s surprised by how attached I am to Evan. Marco is too. I can tell he’s uneasy about having Evan in my home, but he’s keeping that to himself for now. He told me how he felt already, but now he’s watching and waiting to see what happens.

Evan returns with a warm washcloth. I dispose of the used condom, and he sits on the edge of the bed and gently cleans my stomach. I shiver at his gentle touch, studying him. I run my gaze over his high cheekbones and the strong, masculine line of his nose. He looks too perfect to be a hockey player. It’s a rough sport and most of players have broken their noses at least a once.Players commonly crash into each other, the boards, or the ice. How is it Evan has retained his boyish good looks when I know for a fact he’s a beast out on the ice?

He meets my gaze. “Something wrong?” he asks.

“No.”

He sets the washcloth on the nightstand. “You had a funny look on your face.”

“Did I?” I shrug. “ I was just admiring what a good looking guy my fake boyfriend is.”

He laughs. “I see.”

I grab his wrist and tug him down. He reclines beside me, head turned toward me. I don’t let go of him, instead holding his arm against my stomach. His lashes are thick and black and his eyes a darker green than usual.

“I like it when you’re like this,” he says softly.

“Like what?” I frown.

He hesitates. “You’re being nice.”

“Pfft. I’m notnice.” I let go of his arm and roll onto my stomach. I rest my chin on my crossed arms, but I allow our bodies to touch. I can feel his gaze still on me, but he doesn’t speak. He leans over and kisses my shoulder. I shiver and he laughs.

“It’s okay to be nice sometimes, Luca,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.

“No it’s not,” I grumble. “Not if you’re me.”

He inches toward me, looping his arm over my waist. “Don’t be a grump.”

“Why not?” I smirk. “I’m very good at it.”

“Come on. I already know you’re notallbad, so there’s no point in putting on an act. I’ve seen you with your family. I know what a pussycat you can be sometimes.”

I should argue with him. Maybe I should say something mean to put him in his place. But I don’t. I don’t want to do anything that will bring back his resentment. I’m enjoying our little truce. “I’m not all bad, but I’m certainly not good.”

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