Page 76 of Ice Devil

“I plan on continuing to be sweaty. All. Night. Long. Rock hard too. Come with me.” I had no intention of taking no for an answer, grabbing her hand and weaving through a crowd who luckily weren’t paying any attention.

Another benefit to knowing the stadium was finding little hiding places for times like this. Okay, maybe I’d purposely found a few so I could drag her away for some quick, hot sex.

I was one evil man after all.

As expected, the storage room was unlocked. With a quick snap of my head over my shoulder, I pushed her inside.

“You are crazy,” she muttered.

“You got that right.” I flicked on a light, not that I needed one. Being able to see her in the dark was a perk instead of an advantage. However, I knew she might have an issue with what I was about to do.

“So you’ll do the interview?” she asked, laughing as I walked her backward toward a set of shelves.

“I’ll consider it. But only since you’re going to be the star.”

“Very funny and what do you think you’re doing?”

“Spending time with my girl.”

“Who said I was your girl?” She gasped, her laughter filling the space when we both almost tripped over a box. “Watch yourself, Devil man. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“The pain would be worth it.” With her back finally pressed against the stacked boxes, I cupped her face while ensuring she couldn’t run away from me. “I’ve been a very patient man, but enough is enough. You can’t deny a growing boy his needs.”

She tilted her chin, her stare a reminder of how defiant she could be.

And how much I’d missed having her in my arms and writhing underneath me.

“What needs are those?” Her words whispered, she sent a chill straight down my spine.

“To have every inch of your naked body pressed against mine.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I’d be damned if she didn’t try to get away.

“Yes, I am.” When I fisted her hair, both her mouth and eyes opened wide and I took full advantage of the situation by crushing my lips over hers.

I captured the moan she allowed to erupt just before thrusting my tongue inside. There were times I was able to taste her that rattled every nerve. This was one of those moments that hit me hard, more so than before. This wasn’t about the heart growing fonder, although maybe that was true as well.

This was about a chemical need that could not be suppressed any longer. While she was stiff at first, understandably worried our naughty tryst might be discovered, I could tell the second she felt the same pull. Her tongue fought with mine, her hands rubbing up and down my back while tugging on my shirt.

At that point, I was thanking God she’d worn a skirt instead of her signature men’s-style trousers. Not because the pants didn’t make her look sexy as fuck or accentuate her long legs, but because I needed quick and easy access.

The kiss became almost frantic, so much so we were grunting and groaning together while our bodies undulated. The excessive heat was soon suffocating, but I’d be damned if I was going to stop or pull away for even a single deep breath.

That’s how crazed I was for her.

I swept my tongue back and forth, enjoying the taste as well as the scent of her perfume. That alone could knock me on my back, rich in hints of vanilla and citrus, a sweet yet toxic combination of musk and exotic spices that could turn me into my beast without hesitation.

When I broke the kiss, we both panted, her laughter filling the space once again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She moaned the question this time, her eyes full of expression.

“Fucking my woman. That’s what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think so.” She nipped my chin as soon as she gritted out the words.

“Oh, yes, I do. In fact, I know what I’m going to do.” I crawled my fingers down her skirt, curling the material into them and slowly dragging them along her thighs.

“We’ll get into trouble.”