His body shudders against mine, and I think maybe it's his dream, too.
Chapter Ten
Kingston
My blades shriek acrossthe ice while the puck rides against my stick. The noise of the crowd swells and recedes as I whip past the blue line on a breakaway, my legs and lungs burning.
For a split second, it's just me and the goalie, his eyes wide behind his mask as he tries to prepare for me to take the shot.
And then my gaze flickers toward the bench, and I see Evie standing right behind it, her gorgeous eyes locked on me through the glass, her hands clenched, her mouth open like she's mid-prayer.
Goddamn, she's beautiful.
I catch a rut in the ice, and my left skate flies out from under me. I don't even have time to brace before I go down hard, sliding across the fucking ice exactly like I did the day we met. My stick clatters away, the puck skipping loose.
The crowd groans so loud I'm pretty sure it shakes the glass.
I taste a bit of blood, but I don't look away from her, not even for a second.
Her hands fly to her mouth, her eyes wide and glittering. Her face cracks into the brightest damn smile I've ever seen. She's laughing, the helpless, can't-believe-it kind of laugh that sets my whole system on fire.
God, it's ridiculous. I wanted to impress her. Instead, I'm face-down on the ice. Again. And yet, that look on her face still has me feeling like I'm floating.
The goal horn blares.
"What the fuck?"
I push up on my elbows in time to see Harlan at the net, the puck still vibrating the mesh.
Holy shit.
We still got the fucking goal.
Royce skates over, grabs my jersey, and yanks me upright. "You gotta stay on your feet in front of her, motherfucker," he says, laughing and thumping my helmet with his gloved fist.
All I can do is laugh in response because that's never going to happen. I'm going to keep falling for her, so fucking hard I leave a goddamn crater.
But maybe one day, I'll actually be able to skate in front of her again.
Maybe.
She's waiting outside thelocker room for me as soon as I step out. Her face breaks into a big grin, her baby blues bright.
"Hey, Hockey Star," she says, tilting her head back against the wall to look at me. "I thought you said you knew how to skate."
I stalk toward her, hauling her up into my arms without a word.
Her laugh bounces off the walls, silenced by my mouth on hers. I don't care who sees. I don't even care who hears the way she moans for me. I've been dying to kiss her again for hours.
I don't stop until she's trembling in my arms, her body pressed to mine like she's trying to fuse us together. When I pull back, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are dilated. She's so happy, she's glowing.
Her fingers brush the cut on my lip, her smile sweet. "Did it hurt?"
"Falling for you?" I nip her throat. "Not even a little bit, princess."
Her smile is worth it. So is the way she flings her arms around me.
"Come on," I murmur, carrying her down the hall.