The Definition of Icing: A Dallas Demons Hockey Romance (Dallas Demons Series) by Aven Ellis Page A
Authors: Aven Ellis
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there’s this girl, too. And the second I turned her down, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“And as I thought about this Texas woman and her love of chocolate and her strong sense of what was right,” Nate says, “Dallas suddenly seemed a whole lot better to me.”
I still can’t speak. I don’t even know where to start. But I don’t have to, as Nate isn’t finished yet.
“So I read her website and saw how intelligent and passionate she was about her business, and I thought, ‘How did I let this girl walk away? This woman asked you out, and because you were afraid of her you said no. You’re an idiot, Nate.’ But then I got to see her again. And she said she wanted to be friends, and I misunderstood.”
I groan and smack myself on the forehead. “Now it’s my turn to be an idiot. Because that was me saving face.”
Nate laughs. “That’s okay, I did the same thing.”
We smile at each other, thinking of how badly we both could have screwed this up, but somehow, we’re still here. Sitting under the Dallas sky and opening up with our stories to only each other.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for anything but one step at a time,” Nate admits, his eyes searching mine, to see if I can agree to this. “But I know this is where I want to be right now.”
“I think one step at a time is a good place to start,” I say quietly.
A hot breeze comes up and blows across us. Nate’s sexy, woodsy scent drifts toward me and oh, he smells so good. I wish he would draw me closer so I could simply inhale his scent.
“So one step at a time?” Nate asks, making sure I can deal with this. Of simply seeing where this might go, but with no guarantees or promises beyond each simple step.
“One step at a time,” I say.
Another silence falls between us, and I’m pretty sure if one of us doesn’t start talking Nate will hear my heart slamming inside my chest.
“You have an interesting article on your website,” he says, breaking the moment. “About tasting chocolate.”
Where is he going with this?
“Yes, the steps to a perfect tasting,” I say.
“You talk about how you have to look at the chocolate, smell it, hear it. Allow the chocolate to melt slowly on your tongue to savor it. Once it melts, you see how the flavor evolves, right?”
“Right,” I say, mesmerized by him.
“And you do a tasting in the dark class so people can focus on the senses.”
Oh nothing on this earth would be sexier than having a private chocolate in the dark tasting session with Nate.
Suddenly Nate moves in closer to me. He lowers his head closer to mine, and I breathe the delicious scent on his skin.
“I can go through each of these steps with you,” Nate murmurs against my ear. “First, I see how beautiful you are, this stunning blond with the piercing blue eyes, dressed in this peach silk tank top that shows off your golden skin.”
Oh God.
“Your perfume smells like summer,” Nate says, sliding his hand up underneath my hair, gently cradling the back of my head in his hand. “Like suntan lotion and the sea. I get a drift of it when you move, and it’s driving me crazy.”
I bite my lip. Nate is being so sexy and gentle at the same time I really don’t think I can handle much more of this deadly combo.
“I hear your voice, and I hear Texas,” he continues, his fingers slowly dancing through my hair. “And I can hear your Southern accent in my thoughts all the time.”
“Nate,” I whisper, almost pleading with him to kiss me.
“But I don’t know what your lips taste like,” he whispers in my ear. “I need to know that.”
Nate lifts his head. I study him, his gorgeous face with the sexy stubble and the long eyelashes and oh, I want this kiss like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
His hand slowly moves from the back of my head to the side of my neck, stroking it gently. Now his strong hand is moving up to my face, caressing it in a way that is bringing me to my knees.
Nate’s
“And as I thought about this Texas woman and her love of chocolate and her strong sense of what was right,” Nate says, “Dallas suddenly seemed a whole lot better to me.”
I still can’t speak. I don’t even know where to start. But I don’t have to, as Nate isn’t finished yet.
“So I read her website and saw how intelligent and passionate she was about her business, and I thought, ‘How did I let this girl walk away? This woman asked you out, and because you were afraid of her you said no. You’re an idiot, Nate.’ But then I got to see her again. And she said she wanted to be friends, and I misunderstood.”
I groan and smack myself on the forehead. “Now it’s my turn to be an idiot. Because that was me saving face.”
Nate laughs. “That’s okay, I did the same thing.”
We smile at each other, thinking of how badly we both could have screwed this up, but somehow, we’re still here. Sitting under the Dallas sky and opening up with our stories to only each other.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for anything but one step at a time,” Nate admits, his eyes searching mine, to see if I can agree to this. “But I know this is where I want to be right now.”
“I think one step at a time is a good place to start,” I say quietly.
A hot breeze comes up and blows across us. Nate’s sexy, woodsy scent drifts toward me and oh, he smells so good. I wish he would draw me closer so I could simply inhale his scent.
“So one step at a time?” Nate asks, making sure I can deal with this. Of simply seeing where this might go, but with no guarantees or promises beyond each simple step.
“One step at a time,” I say.
Another silence falls between us, and I’m pretty sure if one of us doesn’t start talking Nate will hear my heart slamming inside my chest.
“You have an interesting article on your website,” he says, breaking the moment. “About tasting chocolate.”
Where is he going with this?
“Yes, the steps to a perfect tasting,” I say.
“You talk about how you have to look at the chocolate, smell it, hear it. Allow the chocolate to melt slowly on your tongue to savor it. Once it melts, you see how the flavor evolves, right?”
“Right,” I say, mesmerized by him.
“And you do a tasting in the dark class so people can focus on the senses.”
Oh nothing on this earth would be sexier than having a private chocolate in the dark tasting session with Nate.
Suddenly Nate moves in closer to me. He lowers his head closer to mine, and I breathe the delicious scent on his skin.
“I can go through each of these steps with you,” Nate murmurs against my ear. “First, I see how beautiful you are, this stunning blond with the piercing blue eyes, dressed in this peach silk tank top that shows off your golden skin.”
Oh God.
“Your perfume smells like summer,” Nate says, sliding his hand up underneath my hair, gently cradling the back of my head in his hand. “Like suntan lotion and the sea. I get a drift of it when you move, and it’s driving me crazy.”
I bite my lip. Nate is being so sexy and gentle at the same time I really don’t think I can handle much more of this deadly combo.
“I hear your voice, and I hear Texas,” he continues, his fingers slowly dancing through my hair. “And I can hear your Southern accent in my thoughts all the time.”
“Nate,” I whisper, almost pleading with him to kiss me.
“But I don’t know what your lips taste like,” he whispers in my ear. “I need to know that.”
Nate lifts his head. I study him, his gorgeous face with the sexy stubble and the long eyelashes and oh, I want this kiss like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
His hand slowly moves from the back of my head to the side of my neck, stroking it gently. Now his strong hand is moving up to my face, caressing it in a way that is bringing me to my knees.
Nate’s
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