She itched to go over and run her hands over his shoulders, to remind herself of his strength and to rea.s.sure herself he was okay. She wanted to feel the heat she knew would pour off him in waves. Even on the cold ice the other night his skin had been hot, his body all muscle. After a shower he smelled cool and crisp, like the ice. She wanted to put her face in his neck and breathe in his scent.

Her nipples tightened and her s.e.x quivered.

She sighed and took a sip of her soda. Okay, so clearly she hadn't had quite enough of him yet. She was going to have to work double time to get him out of her system.

Finally, Liz stood. "Okay, that's it. Jenna, are you coming with me?"

Jenna looked at Ty.

"She's coming with me."

Liz's lips quirked in a knowing smile. "Great. I'm out of here, then. You two have a fun night."

She waggled her fingers at Jenna and headed out the door.

Alone again. With Ty.

EIGHTEEN.

THE ROOM GOT QUIET AS TY CAME OVER TO WHERE SHE was sitting. He caged her between his body and the barstool. "What did you think of the game?"

She shrugged. "It was okay. Kind of boring."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "Is that right?"

"Yes. Liz had to nudge me awake a few times."

"So you didn't see the goal I scored?"

Her breathing quickened when he licked her earlobe. "No. Missed that part. Sorry."

"That's okay. Like you said, it was a pretty dull game."

She pulled back and framed his face with her hands. "It was a great game. I enjoyed it very much."

"For someone who doesn't like sports."

She allowed a small smile. "Yeah. Rough game, though. You get banged up?"

He laughed. "I always get banged up. I'm tough. I can take it."

She swept his hair away from his forehead and noticed the cut above his right eyebrow. It had a b.u.t.terfly bandage on it, but it was swollen. Helmets had gone flying off when he and the other guy had gotten into a fight.

"A fistfight, huh?"

"I've had worse, and not on the ice."

"Really. I'd like to hear about those."

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the cushioned seat, drawing her between his legs. "Maybe I'll tell you about my childhood sometime."

"Did you live on the streets, fighting for your survival?"

He snorted out a laugh. "Uh, no. But I did get into fights a lot."

She leaned back, putting her arms on the chair. "Must be in your nature."

"Maybe. My parents put me in sports to take some of the att.i.tude out of me. I liked hockey because it was aggressive. I played it from the time I could stand upright on skates. And sometimes we used the sticks for more than just moving the puck around."

She studied him, wondering what kind of child he had been, what that play must have been like. "Swords?"

His lips curved. "Something like that. You can playact a lot of battles with a hockey stick."

"I can only imagine."

"Can you? Just how tough are you?"

She raked her nails down his arms. "Just as tough as you are. I played football and baseball and basketball and hockey with my brothers and their friends and I gave as good as I got."

He squeezed her legs and the room got hotter. "So you can get rough with the guys, huh?"

"You bet."

"You're not one of those sissy girls who can't take a little heat."

"h.e.l.l no."

"How much can you take?"

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached and her p.u.s.s.y quivered with the knowledge that she wanted him and she knew exactly where this was going. "How much have you got?"

He hauled her off the chair and into his arms, his mouth coming down on hers in a hard, hot kiss that swallowed her gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands while he grabbed her a.s.s. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clamping tight while he walked the short distance to a table and set her on top of it.

She was panting when he let go of her. "Aren't there going to be people coming in here?"

He left only long enough to flip the security lock on the door, then grabbed the remote, clicked a b.u.t.ton, and closed the blinds overlooking the ice, shading them in complete privacy.

He turned back to her. "Take off your pants."

She kicked off her boots and slid out of her jeans and tights, leaving her in only her panties and shirt. He hovered over her, then bent to kiss her knee. She sifted her fingers through his hair, loving its softness, so incongruent with his overall toughness.

He kissed his way up her thighs, and when he dragged her b.u.t.t to the edge of the table, she leaned back on her hands, desperate for him to touch her, to taste her, to make her come. Her p.u.s.s.y quivered in antic.i.p.ation of what she knew he was going to do. This was so forbidden, the thought of someone coming to the door exciting her beyond measure.

"I think about you when I'm not with you," he said as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. "I think about your smile, your laugh, and how beautiful you are."

He swept his hand across her panties and she let out a breath.

"I think about your p.u.s.s.y and how sweet it tastes, and how you look when you come." He slipped his hand under her b.u.t.t to lift her, parted the material of her panties aside, then put his mouth on her.

"Oh, yes, that's what I want," she whispered, laying her hand on his head as he swept his tongue across her c.l.i.t. Warmth exploded inside her as he caressed her s.e.x with his lips, then dragged his tongue across her p.u.s.s.y lips, f.u.c.king her with his tongue until she was sure she'd die from the wave of sensations.

She arched against him, wanting more and more, but she wasn't going to last because he found her piercing and tugged at it with his teeth, flicked it with his tongue, and the vibration sent her right over the edge. He sucked her c.l.i.t and she came, whimpering, trying to hold it in because they weren't somewhere she could let out the scream she bit back. He held on tight to her, his tongue against her c.l.i.t as her climax rolled in sweet pulses that made her shudder.

He pulled her off the table and kissed her, letting her taste her own salty sweetness. Her legs were shaking and she held on to him for support, her thigh brushing his erection, which only heightened her renewed arousal. She reached down to rub his c.o.c.k through his pants and was rewarded with his thick groan.

He pulled back and dragged her panties off and bent her over the table, then unzipped his pants and released his c.o.c.k.

"Let's see how rough you really like it."

Her p.u.s.s.y quivered as he tore open a condom and positioned himself behind her.

He spread her legs apart, caressed her b.u.t.t, spreading her a.s.s cheeks, petting her and sweeping his fingers between her legs to rub her p.u.s.s.y. She couldn't take it any longer.

She looked at him over her shoulder. "Ty. Hurry."

She felt his c.o.c.k at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y, teasing her as he petted her with his c.o.c.k head. She lifted her a.s.s, teasing him back until he thrust and buried himself inside her.

Ty stilled, his c.o.c.k twitching as he filled himself inside Jenna's sweet, hot p.u.s.s.y.

She drove him crazy, challenged him to give her what they both wanted. She arched her a.s.s against him, torturing him with hot moans and whimpers that rocked his b.a.l.l.s.

And when he reared back and thrust deeper, the low moans she made obliterated whatever bit of control he'd been holding on to. His fingers bit into her a.s.s as he reared back and plunged in harder again, rewarded when she threw her head back and said, "Yes. Oh, G.o.d, yes."

"You have a sweet a.s.s, Jenna." He gave her b.u.t.t a light tap with his hand, and her p.u.s.s.y squeezed around him while she moaned in response. She laid her head on her hands, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

He smacked the other globe and f.u.c.ked his c.o.c.k into her. She shoved her p.u.s.s.y back against him, asking for more.

She was going to make him come hard tonight. His c.o.c.k swelled thick, his b.a.l.l.s drawn up so tight he was ready to explode.

He gave her another swat, harder this time, and she moaned louder, her p.u.s.s.y spilling moisture over his b.a.l.l.s. He reached around to rub her c.l.i.t with one hand, and smacked her a.s.s with the other.

"Oh, G.o.d, I'm going to come. f.u.c.k me harder, that's going to make me come."

He found the hard nub, pistoned his c.o.c.k in deep, then swatted her a.s.s, feeling her p.u.s.s.y contract around his d.i.c.k.

She drove her p.u.s.s.y against his c.o.c.k and tilted her head back, crying out as she came. Feeling her muscles clench around him, watching her as she climaxed, was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He lost it, grabbing hold of her hips and driving deep into her as he came, letting loose a battle cry of his own.

He put his arms around her and laid his head on top of her back to gather his breath, then turned her to face him. He kissed her and smoothed his hands over her b.u.t.t cheeks.

"Did I hurt you?"

She lifted a brow. "Of course not. I told you I was tough."

He laughed. "Yeah, you are."

"I enjoyed that, Tyler."

He shuddered out a breath. "Me, too."

They got dressed and left. He took her home and she invited him in. They were both hungry so she made them some eggs and bacon. After, she sang for him again as they sat in the living room sipping juice. He was surprised she didn't object when he asked her to. Maybe she was getting more used to the idea.

When she finished a song, he smiled at her. "That was beautiful."

Her lashes dipped down across her cheek. She obviously still wasn't used to hearing someone praise her voice. "Thank you."

"Why don't you ever sing for your family?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"You know how to play guitar. That has to be something your family knows about."

She laid the guitar against the sofa. "Actually, they don't. I didn't take guitar lessons until I moved away from home. I learned how to play when I was out of the country."

"And they've never heard you sing. Not even when you were a kid?"

"Oh, sure. I was in church choir when I was a kid. But solo? No."

There was more. He knew there was more. "Didn't your parents notice your amazing voice, even when you were a kid?"

Her lips lifted in a hint of a smile. "You blend in with the choir."

He studied her. "There's something you're not telling me. What is it?"

"It's nothing. Nothing important."

"Everything about you is important. I told you before you can tell me anything."

"It's petty."

"So?"

"I wanted to take singing lessons when I was a kid. I asked my parents about it, but Mom was a dance teacher, and of course me being the only girl meant I was the one stuck taking dance lessons. Ballet, tap, jazz, the whole thing."

"Okay. But what about singing lessons."

"You have to understand. There was Mick and Gavin and all their sports. Every night of the week. And then my dance lessons. And Mom and Dad had to work. There just wasn't time. And then there was money. All these activities were expensive. Singing lessons were expensive. The dancing lessons were free because Mom was the teacher."

Now he understood. "Oh. I see. Everyone's needs and wants were a priority, and what you wanted got shuffled to the end of the line."

"It wasn't like that."

"Don't make excuses for it, Jenna. You didn't get to live your dream, while your brothers did."