Ice Games (14 page)

“Oh no you don’t,” he told me, grabbing me as I started to get up and dragging me back into his lap again. This time, he sat me fully on his lap, my bottom pressing against him, and I could feel the thick erection in his pants. It made me breathless. One thick arm trapped me around the waist. “Now, explain. Why are you still a virgin, Zara?”

“How many guys do you think I got to hang out with while spending fourteen hours a day on the ice rink? I was homeschooled.”

“Yeah, but didn’t you crash out at fourteen or something? What after that? You still didn’t date?”

“I…kind of had some self-esteem issues after that.” There had been years of self-loathing in there. “Pair that in with the fact that the only jobs I remotely qualify for involve ice skating, and there weren’t exactly a lot of opportunities to hook up.”

“Didn’t you ever just go out and let your hair down? Hang out with friends at a club? Meet guys there?”

I said nothing. Naomi was my best and closest friend, and the reason why we got along so well was because we were both socially backward. If I was on the ice fourteen hours a day, Naomi had her nose shoved in a book for an equal amount of time. “Not really good with meeting guys,” I said in a terse voice.

“Christ,” Ty said, and he lightly tapped his forehead against my back repeatedly, mimicking banging his head against a wall. “A virgin. I so did not need this.”

I tried to squirm out of his arms. “You dick. Aren’t guys supposed to be excited when a chick’s a virgin?”

“Why? I thought we were going to have some sexy, no-strings-attached sex. Now I have to freak out about hurting you because you’re a fucking flea, and I’m a big guy.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what? This is really killing my mood right now. Forget I said anything.” I tried to get up again.

He pulled me back down once more, and I thumped back onto his lap, earning a small groan from him. “You sure as shit can’t go now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re killing me.” His hand stroked along the outside of my bare thigh. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now? In a t-shirt and these little panties? And to know that you’re a virgin? It’s a total turn on, and utterly terrifying at the same time.”

“How do you think I feel?” I asked quietly. My body was stiff on his lap, but all of my attention was on the hand gliding up and down the outside of my thigh: warm, hard, and utterly captivating. He was callused, the pads of his fingers rough, but I liked that. They were hands that were good at what they did. They matched Ty—a little coarse and uncouth, but tender.

Sexy, no-strings-attached sex? I wanted sex, but I wasn’t sure how good I’d be at the ‘no-strings-attached’ part. He was going to be my first. That mentally had me all goofy already.

His big hand cupped my knee, and then his mouth pressed against my shoulder, through my shirt. “Zara,” he murmured.

“You’re not going to ask to see my ID again, are you?” I asked, my voice shaky with nerves and desire.

“Nah. I was just giving you a hard time. I watched your Olympics reel on YouTube.” He brushed his lips over my shoulder. “When you were fourteen, you looked like you were eight.”

I rolled my eyes. “So what were you going to say, then?”

His hand moved from my knee and slid up to the hem of my t-shirt. “I was going to ask you if you’d take this off.”

The breath sucked out of my lungs.

CHAPTER TWELVE

She wanted this so badly, and I wanted to get it for her.
— Ty Randall, to his manager

~~ * ~~

He was leaving sex up to me.

If I said no, we’d probably cuddle on the couch for a few hours, mope about our loss, and then go our separate ways in the morning. No harm, no foul. I’d remain a virgin, and Ty would forget all about me.

Or I could take a chance and pull my shirt over my head and have a really amazing memory of Ty in bed together with me. We could make love all night long and leave the competition on a mental high note, even if we didn’t win.

I knew which one I wanted.

My hands went to my shirt and I hesitated for a moment, and then I sucked in a deep breath. Now or never. I tore my top over my head and tossed it to the ground, and then waited, feeling naked and vulnerable as I straddled Ty Randall’s thighs in nothing but a pair of polka dot bikini panties. My shoulders tensed, my back was to him, and I waited for him to do something. Say something. Anything.

One big hand touched my back, and I nearly jumped out of my skin with nervousness. Ty chuckled, the sound low and soothing, and I relaxed at the sound. His fingertips lightly skimmed the rigid line of my back, tracing it. “You’re very small,” he told me.

I rolled my eyes. How often was he going to bring that up? “I’m not that small.”

“You’re what, five foot?”

“Five foot three,” I told him pertly.

“And a hundred and two pounds. That’s small. You’re not even a flyweight by MMA standards.”

“No?” I was having a hard time concentrating on his words while his fingers brushed along my skin. “What are you?”

“Light heavyweight class,” he told me.

I didn’t know what that was. Sounded big. Big enough, anyhow. There was no question that Ty was bigger than me—and strong. But he didn’t scare me. Every time he touched me—like now—he was incredibly tender and gentle. “Are you trying to frighten me off of having sex with you by comparing our weights?”

He chuckled again. “Not at all. I’m just constantly amazed at how someone as tiny as you can be so strong.”

That was flattering. I smiled, glancing over my shoulder at him. I kept feeling the urge to cover my breasts with my hands, but he wasn’t looking at them and I was facing ahead, so it wasn’t weirding me out so much yet. “I’m an athlete, just like you.”

“I know you are. And you’re a determined one, too.” He leaned in and lightly pressed his mouth to my bare shoulder, sending shivers up and down my body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you win this thing. I know you wanted it badly.”

“It’s okay,” I told him, and surprisingly it was. I’d gotten it all out of my system at that point.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. My skin prickled in awareness, especially when his hands skimmed up and down my bare arms. Was he going to touch my bare front? My small breasts were aching to be touched, my nipples hard and pointing, and I was finding it hard not to squirm on his lap with anticipation.

I needed Ty so much. All the weeks of practice? One long round of foreplay. Now the moment was here, and I wanted him to throw me down on the couch and screw my brains out. But he was going slow, seemingly more interested in soothing me than attacking me. And I liked it…but I wanted more.

I’d simply have to show him.

I considered getting up and turning around, but I wasn’t sure if I was that bold yet. So I leaned back and reached out to touch him. My fingers encountered his jaw, rough with oncoming stubble. I tilted my head and tried to kiss him, but it ended up being the side of my mouth grazing his.

That was enough. Ty groaned and kissed me back, the hand locked at my waist tightening.

“Can I touch you, Zara?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, more than eager.
Please, please touch me.
My breasts were practically quivering their need.

But he didn’t head straight for them. Instead, his hand went to my hair, where it was pinned tight against my head and caught into a rigid bun. I hadn’t taken it down when I’d collapsed into tears. “I want to see this around your shoulders,” he told me. His fingers tugged at the band holding it tight, and then he frowned. “I’m, uh, just not sure how to get it down.”

I laughed and raised my hands in the air to begin undoing the mass of pins holding my hair in place. “It’s pretty much anchored to my head at the moment. Give me a second.”

“Take all the time you need,” he told me. “I’m admiring the view.” And he reached under my upraised arm and grazed the curve of one of my breasts.

That sent a jolt rocketing through me. I bit back my moan and concentrated on undoing my hair from the jillions of pins they’d shoved into it to ensure it’d remain in place. I tore at them, anxious to get my hair loose, curious to see what Ty would do—or say—next.

It took me a minute, dragging pin after pin out of my hair, to free everything. As I worked, Ty’s hands moved over my back, stroking my skin in a lazy fashion that was utterly distracting, and it made my hands shake just a bit more. Freeing my hair seemed to take forever, but it was finally loose. I scratched at my scalp and shook my curls out to loosen the stiffness from the hairspray, and then let it fall over my shoulders.

“Mmm, much better,” Ty said in a husky voice that made shivers move all over my skin. “You never let your hair down, except when you’re with me. Did you realize that?”

He made it sound like I was doing it deliberately. Or was that just a double entendre? I didn’t know how to answer.

I didn’t need to, apparently. Ty’s hand grazed over my lower back, close to the band of my panties. “You have the sexiest lower back I think I’ve ever seen.”

That struck me as weirdly specific, and I couldn’t help the nervous giggle that erupted. “Lower back? That’s…random.”

“Not random at all,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. His fingertips brushed over my tailbone. “You have the cutest, tightest little butt that flares out. Just above, you have these two dimples at the base of your spine. It’s gorgeous. Makes me want to put my mouth there.”

I gave a little wiggle in his lap, aroused by that mental image. “What’s stopping you?”

“Oh, I plan on it. It’s just further down on the list of places I want to put my mouth.”

“You have a list?” I asked breathlessly.

“I do. I’ve been planning this list for days. Maybe even weeks.”

Really? He’d been thinking about sleeping with me for that long? “What’s first on this list?”

“Your mouth, obviously.”

I grinned, my fingers going to my lips. “An obvious choice. I’m disappointed by your lack of imagination.”

“Give a guy a minute,” Ty said, unruffled by my criticism. “You haven’t heard the entire list.” And his thumb skimmed along the band of my panties, dipping in to graze at my flesh.

“I’m sorry,” I said, in a tone that was anything but. “Please go on.”

“Well, once I kiss your mouth to shut you up—”

“Oooh—”

“—I’d go for your ears. You have such soft, sweet little ears that it makes me want to suck on them.” And his fingers reached through the tangle of my dark hair and brushed at my earlobe.

It was ticklish, and I squirmed. “Mmm. This is sounding better. Keep going.”

“Next, I’d probably kiss your jaw. Again, making sure to keep that mouth of yours quiet.” At my snort, he chuckled and his hand went to my shoulder, caressing it. “Then I’d probably go here, maybe move on to your collarbones.” His hand swept inward, brushing aside my hair and stroking the skin at the base of my neck.

I bit back the moan building in my throat. His skimming touches felt so very good. “And next?”

“Next, I’d have to start exploring the rest of you,” he told me. I felt him shift under my legs, and then his big hands slid forward and cupped my breasts. “Starting with these.”

I gasped at the twin sensations that shot through my body. My hands automatically went to cover his—I didn’t know if I wanted to remove his hands or guide him.

“You have such beautiful little tits, Zara. Fucking love them.” He squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples, stroking a finger over them. “I know you’re a tiny girl, but these are the perfect handful. Perky, tight, and I bet they’d taste amazing in my mouth.”

A choked little gasp escaped my throat. I’d been trying to be so quiet, but he was overwhelming me with his touch, his words.

“Now that’s better,” he told me, and he rolled my nipples between his fingers. “I was wondering if you were going to be silent the entire time.”

I could feel heat creeping into my face. “I…I just…” My hands clenched against his and then I dropped them, deciding that I did not, in fact, want to stop him at all.

“Wasn’t sure?” He leaned in and kissed my shoulder, gave my breasts a squeeze even as he pulled me back against him. Now, my bare back rested against his chest. “Trust me, Zara, I want to hear all your responses. Understand?”

I nodded, shy.

“So when I stroke these pretty breasts,” he said, and his thumbs brushed down over the curve of my breast. “I want to know if you like it or not. If you’re silent, I can’t tell.” His mouth was so close to my ear that his breath whispered against my skin, making me feel jittery inside.

“I like it,” I said softly. “I like it when you touch me.”

“Good,” he said, and nuzzled at my ear. “Because I intend on touching you quite a bit. We never even finished my list. You want me to go on?”

And he tweaked my nipples again, eliciting another gasp from me.

“Well?” He asked.

“Yes,” I told him, and my voice was breathy with need. “Go on.”

He nipped at my earlobe, sending sensation spiraling through my body, and I felt his thumbs roll my nipples again. The sound that came out of my throat was not quite a moan, but it wasn’t silence, either. “I’d go on,” he told me in that low, husky voice that was driving me wild and making me wet. “I’d play with those pretty breasts for a long time, of course, but that’s just the appetizers. I’d want to get on to the main course. So I’d keep going. Tease this flat little belly of yours for a bit.” His hand lifted off my breast and slid down the center of my ribcage to the curving flat of my stomach, and then dipped into my bellybutton. “And then maybe I’d go lower.”

“Lower?” There was a quiver in my voice, and I wanted to roll my hips against him badly, but I forced myself to remain still.

“Oh, definitely lower, Zara,” he murmured against my neck. “That’s where all the good stuff is. Hidden in these sweet little panties of yours.” His fingers brushed over the mound of my sex, grazing me through the fabric. “How can I make a kissing list and not include the main course?”

My thighs clamped together when he cupped my mound. “Ty…I don’t know. What if I don’t…taste good?” My face burned at having to admit that out loud. But sex was a big intimacy jump for me. Oral sex? It was kind of blowing my mind at the moment, and it made me nervous.

“Baby, you’ll taste amazing.” His words were easy, reassuring. “You want me to make your first time good, right?”

I nodded, my torso feeling cupped against his. I loved Ty’s body against mine.

“Do you trust me?”

Again, I nodded. He was my partner. I’d let him hold me over his head and fling me around the ice. How could I not trust him?

“Then let me show you how good I can make it for you,” he told me. His fingers brushed against the waistband of the front of my panties, hinting at what he wanted to do to me. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed, my entire body quivering with nerves. God, I was so freaking skittish right now. He was going to get tired of having to encourage me, I knew it. Ty probably had experienced women in his bed all the time. He hadn’t been thrilled I was a virgin. But he was also being so achingly sweet at the moment that I hoped this would go on forever.

Ty sucked on my earlobe, his hand massaging my lower belly, and I moaned. I was definitely slick between my thighs, responding to his touch despite my jangling nerves. My pulse had centered low between my legs, and all of the blood in my body seemed to circulate from there with a heavy
thump thump thump
pulsing right at my clit.

I held my breath when his big hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, and I felt his fingers brush against my sex again, exploring. My body tensed, waiting.