The Definition of Icing: A Dallas Demons Hockey Romance (Dallas Demons Series) by Aven Ellis Page B
Authors: Aven Ellis
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fingertips dance across my cheekbone, down to my lips. The second he touches them, every nerve I have singes with desire.
He carefully runs his finger across my lower lip, grazing it gently with the lightest of touches.
“Tell me you want me to kiss you, Kenley,” Nate whispers sexily.
I slide my hands up to his face, feeling his stubble graze my skin, and all my senses are alive with need for this kiss, right now, right here.
“Tell me you want to kiss me, Nate.”
I see nothing but desire flicker in his expressive eyes from my request.
“Not only do I want to kiss you, but I have to kiss you. Now. ”
And then Nate’s mouth is on mine.
Chapter 11
Tempering: Chocolate that goes through a process of being heated and cooled — Kenley
Nate’s lips press against mine, his hand resting against the side of my face in a protective, shielding manner. His lips are warm and soft, and it’s the gentlest kiss I’ve ever received. His lips simply linger on mine, making heat surge through me, making me desperate to really kiss him.
“Nice,” Nate whispers, softly pressing his lips against mine again. And again, in a series of sweet, innocent, lingering kisses.
Now my whole body is raging with want. If Nate is this sexy with a simple kiss, what will he do to me with a real kiss?
Nate lifts his head, his eyes shining at me. “Your lips taste like vanilla,” he says, his hand now stroking my face as he gazes into my eyes. “I like that.”
I feel like he’s tempering me. Like chocolate. Heating me up and then cooling me down. And in the process, making me want to kiss him until neither one of us can breathe.
“Vanilla-flavored lip-gloss,” I confess.
“Keep using it,” Nate says.
“So does that mean you intend to kiss me again?”
A slow smile passes over his face. “Hmmm, I might just be fixin’ to kiss you again.”
I burst out laughing at his Texas slang, and so does Nate.
Then he slides me next to him, so I’m snuggled into his chest. It’s massive and rock solid, and good lord, I’ve never felt a chest like this in my life.
Nate drops his arm around me and his head dips toward mine, brushing my lips with another light kiss.
“Mmmm,” I respond, my fingers daring to trail up his right arm, the one with the tattoo sleeve. My body burns again with heat, from feeling Nate’s kiss and his powerful body and drinking in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
Nate lifts his head back up. “I could get used to this.”
My heart flutters at his words.
“Me too,” I say, tracing the patterns of his tattoo with my fingers.
We sit in silence, and I can’t explain the comfort I feel being in his athletic arms. No words have to be said, it feels right . I don’t even know Nate, but being here with him feels like a place I’ve been looking for, but never believed truly existed.
Until now.
Nate begins playing with my hair, which makes me feel completely relaxed. I melt into him, savoring each second. I’m still tracing my fingers over his elaborate tattoo sleeve and decide to ask him about it.
“Did this hurt?” I say, breaking the silence.
“When they get down near the wrist, it’s painful,” Nate explains. “I did several sessions to get a full-sleeve done.”
“What’s the meaning of yours?” I ask, curious.
“I got it as soon as the season ended. I was in a bad place. I was so angry. I didn’t trust anyone outside my family. Then the Black Bears informed me they were shopping me around, and I felt like my world had cratered.”
My chest draws tight. Nate got this tattoo out of pain, I realize. This is symbolic of the emotional hell he went through, and how deeply he was hurt by the betrayal of Megan, Patrick, and the front office of the Black Bears.
“Obviously I had to start over,” Nate explains, his fingers still trailing through my wavy hair. “And I wanted a reminder of how vulnerable I was and the battle I faced as a result. So the Koi fish swimming upwards
He carefully runs his finger across my lower lip, grazing it gently with the lightest of touches.
“Tell me you want me to kiss you, Kenley,” Nate whispers sexily.
I slide my hands up to his face, feeling his stubble graze my skin, and all my senses are alive with need for this kiss, right now, right here.
“Tell me you want to kiss me, Nate.”
I see nothing but desire flicker in his expressive eyes from my request.
“Not only do I want to kiss you, but I have to kiss you. Now. ”
And then Nate’s mouth is on mine.
Chapter 11
Tempering: Chocolate that goes through a process of being heated and cooled — Kenley
Nate’s lips press against mine, his hand resting against the side of my face in a protective, shielding manner. His lips are warm and soft, and it’s the gentlest kiss I’ve ever received. His lips simply linger on mine, making heat surge through me, making me desperate to really kiss him.
“Nice,” Nate whispers, softly pressing his lips against mine again. And again, in a series of sweet, innocent, lingering kisses.
Now my whole body is raging with want. If Nate is this sexy with a simple kiss, what will he do to me with a real kiss?
Nate lifts his head, his eyes shining at me. “Your lips taste like vanilla,” he says, his hand now stroking my face as he gazes into my eyes. “I like that.”
I feel like he’s tempering me. Like chocolate. Heating me up and then cooling me down. And in the process, making me want to kiss him until neither one of us can breathe.
“Vanilla-flavored lip-gloss,” I confess.
“Keep using it,” Nate says.
“So does that mean you intend to kiss me again?”
A slow smile passes over his face. “Hmmm, I might just be fixin’ to kiss you again.”
I burst out laughing at his Texas slang, and so does Nate.
Then he slides me next to him, so I’m snuggled into his chest. It’s massive and rock solid, and good lord, I’ve never felt a chest like this in my life.
Nate drops his arm around me and his head dips toward mine, brushing my lips with another light kiss.
“Mmmm,” I respond, my fingers daring to trail up his right arm, the one with the tattoo sleeve. My body burns again with heat, from feeling Nate’s kiss and his powerful body and drinking in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
Nate lifts his head back up. “I could get used to this.”
My heart flutters at his words.
“Me too,” I say, tracing the patterns of his tattoo with my fingers.
We sit in silence, and I can’t explain the comfort I feel being in his athletic arms. No words have to be said, it feels right . I don’t even know Nate, but being here with him feels like a place I’ve been looking for, but never believed truly existed.
Until now.
Nate begins playing with my hair, which makes me feel completely relaxed. I melt into him, savoring each second. I’m still tracing my fingers over his elaborate tattoo sleeve and decide to ask him about it.
“Did this hurt?” I say, breaking the silence.
“When they get down near the wrist, it’s painful,” Nate explains. “I did several sessions to get a full-sleeve done.”
“What’s the meaning of yours?” I ask, curious.
“I got it as soon as the season ended. I was in a bad place. I was so angry. I didn’t trust anyone outside my family. Then the Black Bears informed me they were shopping me around, and I felt like my world had cratered.”
My chest draws tight. Nate got this tattoo out of pain, I realize. This is symbolic of the emotional hell he went through, and how deeply he was hurt by the betrayal of Megan, Patrick, and the front office of the Black Bears.
“Obviously I had to start over,” Nate explains, his fingers still trailing through my wavy hair. “And I wanted a reminder of how vulnerable I was and the battle I faced as a result. So the Koi fish swimming upwards
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