Ice Skating Books Romance Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I scream, my voice echoing off the high ceilings like a desperate animal. The warm-up music dies. Skates scrape to a halt. Every head turns toward center ice where Ryder stands like a god among mortals—tall, broad, helmet off, dark hair messy and damp. That signature cocky grin stretches across his stupidly perfect face as he flips through my private notebook.

The moment the lock clicked, his dark amber eyes snapped up, locking onto mine through the dim light. “Noah,” he rasped out, his voice thick, rough, and low. I did not answer with words. I dropped my helmet onto the floorboards. The heavy rubber skates hit the rug in long, fast strides as I closed the distance between us. I threw my arms around his broad neck, hauling my weight up. Adrian caught me without flinching. His large, calloused hands slammed over my hips, dragging my lower body flush against his bare chest, lifting me clean off the floorboards.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

But that was just me thinking low of myself. Down on the ice, Alpha Williams didn't care about the crowd or the elders. He looked up at the VIP box, his face covered in sweat, his eyes wild with victory. He saw me. He liked the way I cheered him up so passionately. Without even waiting for the trophy presentation, he skated hard toward the exit, tore off his heavy gloves, and rushed straight up the stairs into my section. Before I could even stand up properly, his large hands gripped my waist. He lifted me right up into the air, spinning me around as if I weighed nothing.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

I stood up at the same moment, because the table between us had become somehow impossible, and we ended up much closer than the table had allowed, close enough that I could see the exact moment he decided to stop managing the thing that had been building between us since a cold alley and a contract and a hundred evenings that had somehow added up to this one. He kissed me. Not softly. Not carefully. Not the measured, considered version of himself that thought three moves ahead before making any of them. He kissed me the way he skated, like his body knew exactly what to do and had simply been waiting for his mind to get out of the way, and I kissed him back with everything I had been quietly

Ember followed me around the room, weaving between my ankles, meowing her disapproval. "I'll be back soon," I told her. She meowed again. "Fine. I'll be back eventually." She sat on my boot. I sighed then picked her up and kissed her forehead. "You're lucky you're cute." She purred sweetly. I set her on the bed, grabbed my bag and walked out through the door. The rink was cold. Colder than usual. The ice glittered beneath the lights, black and smooth and hungry. Wolves were already on the ice; circling, stretching, laughing. The sound of sticks on pucks echoed off the walls.

Danica had agreed to meet me, and now we were here, skates on, the world outside forgotten. She looked beautiful under the low lights, her long straight hair loose and swaying as she skated. I held her hand, guiding her around the rink, our blades cutting smooth lines into the fresh ice. The cold air carried the faint scent of the Zamboni and the distant echo of our laughter. For the first time in weeks, the pressure of the series felt far away. “I brought something,” I said, stopping at the boards. I pulled out a small cooler from my bag — two cups of her favorite ice cream. “Thought we could have a little treat on the ice. No pressure. Just us.”