Ice Skating Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

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the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

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

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.”

She watched my hands, quiet for a moment, before standing up awkwardly. I opened the heavy plastic door and stepped onto the ice. I held my hand out. Roselle stepped over the threshold, her skates hitting the slick surface. Both of her feet instantly slid in opposite directions. I caught her by the arms before she could hit the ice. She gripped my jacket sleeves like her life depended on it, her eyes wide. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, this is very slippery.” “It’s ice, Roselle.” “Shut up.”

CHAPTER 27 Nova Sterling Point Of View “You used to love skating with me.” Callan's voice sounds rough, like dry old sandpaper with a crack at the edge. His fingers touch my wrist as he gives me the skates. Even through my gloves, his touch feels hot. I pull my hand away fast. “You know nothing about my likes and dislikes.” “Please try to remember.” He puts his bare hand on the ice. Thin cracks split the surface apart, glowing like golden fire underwater.

The Tigers in orange and white. I spotted Hunter immediately. Number 18. Skating beside Cole. And that's when my heart stopped. Because standing at the edge of the rink, just outside the player entrance, was Cole. With a woman. Blonde hair. Red lips. Hands on his chest. Sophia. They were kissing. Passionately. Like they were the only two people in the building. I forced myself to look away. Back to the ice. Back to the game. Looking for one person.