Finally, Liz stood. “Okay, that’s it. Jenna, are you coming with me?”
Jenna looked at Ty.
“She’s coming with me.”
Liz’s lips quirked in a knowing smile. “Great. I’m out of here, then. You two have a fun night.”
She waggled her fingers at Jenna and headed out the door.
Alone again. With Ty.
EIGHTEEN
THE ROOM GOT QUIET AS TY CAME OVER TO WHERE SHE was sitting. He caged her between his body and the barstool. “What did you think of the game?”
She shrugged. “It was okay. Kind of boring.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Is that right?”
“Yes. Liz had to nudge me awake a few times.”
“So you didn’t see the goal I scored?”
Her breathing quickened when he licked her earlobe. “No. Missed that part. Sorry.”
“That’s okay. Like you said, it was a pretty dull game.”
She pulled back and framed his face with her hands. “It was a great game. I enjoyed it very much.”
“For someone who doesn’t like sports.”
She allowed a small smile. “Yeah. Rough game, though. You get banged up?”
He laughed. “I always get banged up. I’m tough. I can take it.”
She swept his hair away from his forehead and noticed the cut above his right eyebrow. It had a butterfly bandage on it, but it was swollen. Helmets had gone flying off when he and the other guy had gotten into a fight.
“A fistfight, huh?”
“I’ve had worse, and not on the ice.”
“Really. I’d like to hear about those.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the cushioned seat, drawing her between his legs. “Maybe I’ll tell you about my childhood sometime.”
“Did you live on the streets, fighting for your survival?”
He snorted out a laugh. “Uh, no. But I did get into fights a lot.”
She leaned back, putting her arms on the chair. “Must be in your nature.”
“Maybe. My parents put me in sports to take some of the attitude out of me. I liked hockey because it was aggressive. I played it from the time I could stand upright on skates. And sometimes we used the sticks for more than just moving the puck around.”
She studied him, wondering what kind of child he had been, what that play must have been like. “Swords?”
His lips curved. “Something like that. You can playact a lot of battles with a hockey stick.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Can you? Just how tough are you?”
She raked her nails down his arms. “Just as tough as you are. I played football and baseball and basketball and hockey with my brothers and their friends and I gave as good as I got.”
He squeezed her legs and the room got hotter. “So you can get rough with the guys, huh?”
“You bet.”
“You’re not one of those sissy girls who can’t take a little heat.”
“Hell no.”
“How much can you take?”
Her breasts ached and her * quivered with the knowledge that she wanted him and she knew exactly where this was going. “How much have you got?”
He hauled her off the chair and into his arms, his mouth coming down on hers in a hard, hot kiss that swallowed her gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands while he grabbed her ass. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clamping tight while he walked the short distance to a table and set her on top of it.
She was panting when he let go of her. “Aren’t there going to be people coming in here?”
He left only long enough to flip the security lock on the door, then grabbed the remote, clicked a button, and closed the blinds overlooking the ice, shading them in complete privacy.
He turned back to her. “Take off your pants.”
She kicked off her boots and slid out of her jeans and tights, leaving her in only her panties and shirt. He hovered over her, then bent to kiss her knee. She sifted her fingers through his hair, loving its softness, so incongruent with his overall toughness.
He kissed his way up her thighs, and when he dragged her butt to the edge of the table, she leaned back on her hands, desperate for him to touch her, to taste her, to make her come. Her * quivered in anticipation of what she knew he was going to do. This was so forbidden, the thought of someone coming to the door exciting her beyond measure.
“I think about you when I’m not with you,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I think about your smile, your laugh, and how beautiful you are.”
He swept his hand across her panties and she let out a breath.
“I think about your * and how sweet it tastes, and how you look when you come.” He slipped his hand under her butt to lift her, parted the material of her panties aside, then put his mouth on her.