“Since I was two or so. It was the one thing I was good at.”
We sat on the benches, and I laced my skates as she tugged off her shoes. She was so bonnie I didn’t even look at my feet while I tied my laces. I just stared at her face as she worked the skates on. Her brows furrowed as she pulled on the laces, little grunts of concentration escaping. Fuck. What would she look like concentrating on coming with my tongue on her clit?
“Taylor?” Her voice broke through my salacious inspection of the skates.
“What was that?”
“I asked if I got these tight enough.”
My God, I was a mess. If she glanced at my crotch, she’d know I wasn’t checking out the boots. I was fantasizing about taking them off her and throwing her onto my bed.
“You really throw yourself around a sheet of ice all day?”
“That’s right. And some people say I’m pretty good at it.” Reaching out, I gave her laces a tug, tightening them on each skate before nodding and saying, “All right, I think we’re good to go here. Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
I took her hand, and we walked through the double doors separating the rink from the lobby. A shiver had her nestling a little deeper into my borrowed hoodie. “You weren’t kidding. It’s freezing.”
“You’ve been inside an ice rink before.”
“Yeah, one time in the owner’s box. Nice and warm. No risk of falling.”
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you before. You were right there, under my nose.”
I threaded our fingers, my chest tightening at the sensation racing through me just from touching her. God, I’d never survive her.
“Come on, lass. I swear to you, I willnae let you fall.”
I stepped out onto the ice and waited for her.
“Promise?”
“Aye. I like your arse too much to let you damage it.”
On shaky legs, she followed my lead, her body wobbling as I held her up.
“That’s it. One foot in front of the other. I’ll do the rest.”
By the time we got out onto the ice, the public session had begun, and it went from calm to a wee bit frantic before she let me lead her out onto the ice. A small child zinged past us, skating backward with a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t have been more than five.
Becca followed him with her gaze, which of course, took her away from mine. That was the moment I nearly lost her. Except the only sting she would feel on her pert arse would come from my palm. “Oh my God, it’s so slippery.” She wobbled, and I locked my stare on hers, keeping her upright.
“Yes, itisice.”
“How do you do this?”
“Well, the first thing you need to know is you have to practice. It’s normal to fall. It’s normal to lose your balance to end up arse over teakettle more than once.”
“What if I don’t want to fall?”
“You have me. That’s what I’m here for.” I spun and positioned myself in front of her, holding both her hands while I skated backward and pulled her along. She kept looking down and tilting forward, losing her balance.
“Don’t look at your feet. Look at me. Look into my eyes.”
She gave up her control, her balance righting itself.
“You want to stay centered on the blade. Too far forward and you’ll tip too far to either side. Your feet will come out from under you. Glide.”