“Mav, are you going to block this shot or what?” Lay called out.
Mav…
That was sexy.
I swallowed hard, demanding my head, my heart, and that tender tingling between my legs to go the hell away and stay away.
Maverick pulled his mask down and smacked his stick off the ice.
Lay began to skate toward Maverick.
I caught myself almost wanting to cheer for Maverick.
Lay brought his hockey stick back and swung it forward, sending the puck through the air.
I lost sight of the little thing for a second.
Then Maverick threw his left hand out, snatching the hockey puck out of midair.
I had no idea how he did that. How he saw the hockey puck like that.
Lay put his head back and called out,Fuck!
Maverick dropped the hockey puck on the ice and swiped it away.
“Feel free to get out there and get some good shots, Madison,” my father said to me. “You know how to move on the ice.”
“Right,” I said. “Of course.”
I stepped out onto the ice.
It took me a few seconds to get my footing down.
“Don’t crash,” Matias said to me with a wink.
Abel then sped right by me so fast I felt a breeze.
I quickly lifted my camera to get some pictures of him.
I inched my way along the ice, focusing on my footing and taking pictures.
My target was pretty obvious.
Maverick.
I started to move closer to the middle of the ice as I closed in on him.
Maverick crouched down and skated left to right, practicing his movements.
I took his picture and he looked right at me.
He jumped up and pulled his mask back.
Sweat trickled down his face.
All I could picture was him naked.
“Hey,” I said.