Page 62 of The Perfect Deception
And his desire to take things slow, to woo her, or whatever crackpot idea he had in his head, while lovely, was driving her mad.
That rom-com movie they’d gone to? She’d barely been able to focus. The scent of his aftershave, mingled with the buttery popcorn smell, had almost made her hyperventilate.
The night they’d gone to a karaoke bar? It was a damn good thing the words of the songs had played in front of her, because his arm wrapped around her shoulders had sent tingles running up and down her spine, and if not for the teleprompter, she would have been unable to remember a single word.
She had no recollection of the taste of any of the food they’d eaten, since the only taste she could recall was his mouth and his skin.
And today they were going ice-skating. She’d be lucky if the heat of her desire for him didn’t melt the ice beneath her feet and send her plunging into the icy waters below.
At least she’d finally be able to cool off.
Her apartment buzzer sounded, she grabbed her skates and skipped down the stairs to meet Adam. She was going to jump him after skating and convince him they needed to have sex. Today.
Still thinking about all the ways she was going to convince Adam to have sex with her, she didn’t see him standing on her front porch until she was on top of him. He grabbed her by the elbows, ostensibly to keep them both from toppling over.
It was the perfect opportunity to press herself against him and kiss his lips.
“Whoa, there,” he said against her mouth. “In a hurry?”
To have sex with you. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”I wonder what sex on the porch would be like?
He nipped her lower lip and she melted against him, dropping her skates and wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned, and pulled away.
“Come on, the ice awaits.”
Definitely going to melt through it.
With a sigh, she picked up her skates and followed him to the car. “I thought Mennen Arena would be a better option,” he said as he pulled out into traffic. “I never fully trust the lake is frozen, no matter how many people are on it.”
Well, at least she wouldn’t drown when she melted the ice.
Once they parked and paid for ice time, they sat on the bench and laced up their skates. Adam took her hand in his and they both stepped onto the ice. Pushing off with her left foot, she dropped his hand as she adjusted to moving on the ice. Adam was a strong skater, and graceful, too. Dina hadn’t skated since she was a teenager and had been invited to some little cousin’s birthday party. She’d spent most of the time holding up the younger kids so they wouldn’t fall down, and her current skills were rusty. But with Adam’s help, after a couple of laps, she had the rhythm and balance down pat.
This time, she seized Adam’s hand and squeezed.
Looking down at her, his mouth broadened in a grin. She tripped and he grabbed her waist.
“You okay?”
They were still moving and Adam had her pressed against his side, seeming reluctant to let her go even though she’d regained her balance after a stroke or two.
“I’m fine.” This time, she didn’t look at his face. It was hard enough to concentrate pressed up against him, feeling his muscles, his warm breath tickling her neck.
His strokes were sure, and he glided with ease. They skated around the rink in silence, until he spun them around. She caught her breath and laughed as the lights in the rink twinkled and his warm body seemed to envelop her. Closing her eyes at the dizzying sensation, she let him spin them across the ice, until finally he stopped in the center.
She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. “Like that?” he asked.
She nodded and took his hand as he began moving again. “Where’d you learn to skate so well?”
His stride faltered, but he righted himself. Had she not been so close to him, she probably wouldn’t have even noticed his misstep. He stared across the rink. “My mother taught me.”
“That must have been nice.”
He shrugged.
“Did you two skate together often?”
He waited so long to answer, she thought he would remain silent. But he finally answered.