Ice Skating Romance Books Novels & Stories

*ERIC* There was something about seeing Jamira bathed in moonlight that made me fall in love with her even more. The way the light danced across her skin was mesmerizing, and she was absolutely beautiful. She had said I had a problem, and she was partially right. I couldn’t help but feel an irresistible pull towards her. I tried to sit there and enjoy the moment, but my body betrayed me. Her presence in my lap started to make me feel worked up again.

Soon after, they were back on the road, and Norman dropped him off at the rink before speeding away. ——————————————— The cold blast of air inside the rink wrapped around Atlan as he laced up his skates and stepped onto the ice. The familiar squeak and slice of blades cut into the stillness, and the smell of the rink, the faint metallic tang of ice and sweat hit him hard. This was home. Bryan, the team captain, was already out there, barking instructions as he skated backward. “Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!”

There he told me the story of his mother and how she became the world champion ice skater. I couldn’t even begin to imagine that she practiced right there. I was still trying to imagine it when Luca pulled me into his arms. In the moonlight, I saw the hunger dancing in his eyes and I felt it growing in my own body. He leaned in until his lips were mere millimeters away from mine. A shiver of delight ran down the back of my spine and I felt my body respond instantly. “I’m going to kiss you.” His voice sounded hoarse with hunger. It wasn’t like he was asking permission, and when his lips touched mine, I didn’t care whether he did or not. In my mind, fireworks suddenly went off around us.

Those lips. I’m not breathing. He presses a kiss on the back of my palm. And a softer one. My breath breaks out of me, my eyes fluttering shut. He locks our fingers. “Come back, Marie… Come back to everything you loved – figure skating, your team… Come back to me… and tell me everything I missed out on. I’m sorry if I ever hurt you.”

one of them muttered under his breath. Jax didn’t respond. He just slammed pucks harder than necessary, checked his own teammates like they were enemies, and barked orders so loud his voice echoed off the rafters. Every time his eyes drifted toward the figure skating side of the rink, the anger twisted tighter in his gut. Elias was already there, gliding through warm-ups like nothing had happened between them. Like Jax hadn’t pinned him down and fucked him raw in his own bedroom two nights ago. The memory made Jax’s blood boil.

Whenever he gets close to a girl as the golden boy, he moves on without remorse. But the memory of her smooth p*ssy skin under her legs on his fingertips, the way she’d gasped when he’d touched her there, gnaws at him, urging him to turn back, to go back to her and devour her. But he doesn’t. Reaching the rink, the rink is a cavern of cold, the air intensifying in its coldness. Knox laces up his skates, trying to drown out the echo of Skye’s breath against his mouth. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows of himself across the scratched-up ice. He steps onto the rink, the blades of the skate slicing clean lines as he glides, but his mind is a mess. That kiss in the art r

"Can we just talk for a minute?" "I don't have anything to say to you." I kept my voice distant, even though my heart was already beating faster than it should have just from seeing him standing there. "Please, just a minute. That's all I'm asking, Beckett. One minute out of your whole night." I kept walking. He kept following, matching my pace step for step, refusing to let the distance between us grow, his shoes making noises against the floor just behind mine. "I'm serious, Beckett. I flew back early for this. I could be anywhere else right now, and instead I'm here, waiting outside a rink for you like some kind of teenager, watching you celebrate with your whole team through the windows

“Isla, I swear, I’m losing my mind. We skated to Swan Lake today. He played the piano at first, then one of his staff took over, and suddenly he was behind me on the ice, arm around my waist, whispering ‘Don’t enjoy without me.’ I almost melted into a puddle right there.” She squealed and kicked her legs. “That’s so hot. Keep going.” “We did all the moves. Every single one. Lifts, spirals, drops. It was perfect. Like our bodies just… knew each other. And at the end…” I paused, cheeks burning. “I wanted to kiss him so bad. Like, grab his face and just… do it. I kept imagining what his lips would feel like, how he’d taste, how he’d pull me closer and deepen it until I couldn’t breathe.”

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

Chapter 2 Isabella’s POV “That arrogant prick,” I muttered under my breath as I stormed into the crowded investor dinner two nights later, my black cocktail dress hugging every curve I knew he would stare at. My skin still felt hot from the boardroom stare down. I had spent the last forty eight hours trying to forget how my body reacted to Victor Kane, but the second I spotted him across the room chatting with some investors, my thighs clenched again. His eyes found mine immediately like he had been waiting.