Page 26 of Ice Devil

With his shoes kicked off, he finally pushed the material down his sculpted legs. Had I missed how thick, long, and hard his cock was? Forget mouth-watering. I was close to drooling, which wasn’t a good look on a professional.

He never blinked, every action taken as if in no hurry while removing his jeans and tossing them aside. I’d been privy to his silky black Jockey boxers underneath, but only for a few seconds. When he was totally devoid of clothing, I treated his exposure exactly the way he did mine.

With taking a full two minutes to fuel the bad girl hidden under my boring conservative clothes. The best way of doing that was drinking in every inch of his sexy body. I’ll be damned if he didn’t strike a pose, pretending to be a weightlifter instead of a formidable hockey player. Either one was a tasty morsel on the menu.

My change in demeanor could only be attributed to the self-imposed dry spell. I’d done so both out of protection for both my career and my mind. Choosing to end it in the desert atmosphere with him was the perfect choice.

When I’d had my fill, I involuntarily pressed my fingers against my lips. “Wow.” The word came out before I could stop myself.

“You’ve seen me before,” he said in full amusement.

“Honestly, I trained myself not to pay any attention to a player’s state of dress. Too taxing on my job and my nerves.”

He moved closer, his steps now reminding me of a predator. “A true professional.”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I guess I need to deflower you in the worst way.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

As he gathered me into his arms, there was a moment of feeling as if I belonged. How strange was that? Maybe because he was so huge I felt even more protected. Oh, who was I kidding? No man picked me up in their arms. I was too tall, too curvy. Too something.

Or maybe they hadn’t been man enough to handle the task.

This hunk of a man did so with ease.

I expected him to place me on the bed or if he was in a playful mood, toss me into the center. He walked right by, heading for the patio. While a wall surrounded the beautiful space, the sky with all the bright stars, the bright moon was on full display. A perfect location to stargaze, including with the telescope provided by the hotel.

But he had no interest in cozying up to the chiminea or enjoying the sound made by the waterfall feature. He had one thing in mind.

A nice, deep, cold plunge.

The plunge pool was a centerpiece of the hotel, a perfect addition to the suite. He didn’t hesitate or waste any time walking toward the set of stairs.

“What are you doing?” I pushed him, pressing my knees against him to try to break free.

“Relieving all that wild pony heat in you.”

“Wild pony?”

“The name suits your personality.” Beck had a huge grin on his face.

He took the first step into the water and I cringed, pummeling my fists against his chest. “Oh, no. The water will be freezing.”

“Can’t you see the steam rising?” He took another step then another. My bottom would soon hit the water’s edge. I peered over his shoulder, groaning as I did.

“You mean from you?”

Why was it that when he laughed, it was as if the entire world stopped for just a few seconds? Maybe I’d been watching too many romcoms, but he was the perfect alpha male. Brawn with heart, grumpy with moments of sunshine. And a whole lot of manhood in between.

“Now you’re getting the picture.” The last step he took was a doozy, his lunge and push off from the concrete tossing us both into the water. The huge splash plus the chilly water was a shock.

More so when he did the unthinkable.

He pulled us both underneath, barely allowing me to hold my breath before cutting off my air supply.

Even under the crystalline water, he wore a grin. He was having a blast tormenting me. While I struggled at first, only a few seconds into the great plunge I felt a sense of calm.