But then she lifted her gaze above the camera. “I don’t think the erection is going to work.”

“Then quit talking dirty to me.”

She laughed, then came closer. Drew palmed his shaft, rubbing back and forth.

“I can’t help myself. You bring out the best—or is it the worst—in me.”

And now he wasn’t the only one turned on. “This isn’t productive.”

He reached around to grab her butt. “Screw productive. I think you want to have sex on the ice. It’s probably some long-held fantasy of yours.”

“I’m thinking more likely it’s yours.”

“Nah. My fantasy has always been a bl*w j*b on the ice.”

“Is that right? And just how alone are we here?”

“Everyone’s gone. The crew didn’t want to hang out, so I bought them lunch and told them I’d call them when we were finished here so they could clean this up and lock the place down.”

“Is that right?” She dropped to her knees on the carpet, realizing he must be freezing in his bare feet. Even with the carpet down, it was really cold.

“Get up, Carolina.”

Instead, she reached for his cock, sliding it between her palms. “We already know it’s not too cold out here for you to get a hard-on. And like you said, we are alone here, right?”

His gaze had hardened, just like his cock. “Yeah.”

She dragged the briefs over his hips, letting his c**k spring free. She grasped it in her hand and stroked it, letting its heat warm her hands.

“You’re hot.”

He stared down at her. “So are you. You make my c**k throb.”

She licked her lips, then leaned forward, taking the soft head between her lips as she cradled his butt in her hands.

Drew couldn’t believe Carolina had his c**k in her mouth, right here on the ice. He hadn’t wanted to do this test shoot, but he’d known it was important to her to get these initial shots to see if this advertising was going to work, and hell, it was only going to take a half hour, so why not?

He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected her touch and the way she talked to him to turn him on. He’d expected it to be uncomfortable and to freeze his ass off.

It was both, but he’d also gotten hard.

And now, watching her on her knees, taking his c**k inch by inch into her hot, sweet mouth, it was pure heaven and hell. He swallowed, his throat desert dry as she cupped his balls and held them in the palm of her hand.

He laid his hand on the back of her head, giving her direction as she took him fully inside. And then she squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand, massaged his balls, and released his cock, mapping every vein and ridge with her tongue.

Christ.

When she worked the head with that amazing tongue of hers, lapping him up like she was going after her favorite chocolate marshmallow swirl ice cream cone, his legs trembled. He grabbed the net for support and grabbed a handful of her hair.

“Babe, that’s going to make me come. Hard.”

She tilted her head back and gifted him with the sexiest smile. “Tell me how you want it. Take control.”

The best words a woman could ever give a man.

“Open.”

She opened her mouth and he guided his c**k between her lips, sliding it over her tongue. Between the cold around them and the heat of her mouth, he was about to explode.

“Now close your lips around me while I f**k your mouth.”

Her lips compressed, and he tilted his h*ps forward, sliding his shaft in, then drawing it out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked him in.

Steam rose up on his body as sweat dripped down his face and neck while he pumped between Carolina’s full lips.

He gripped the back of her head, then slid back and forth, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to come. Watching her take him in, giving in to him as he forced his c**k into her mouth, easing it all the way back until he felt the tip hit her throat, was about the best damned thing he’d ever felt.

He knew she was uncomfortable, knew that ice had to be cold on her knees. But she wasn’t complaining, just stared up at him, her sea-blue eyes giving him everything as he continued to thrust back and forth until his legs shook, until his orgasm had built up and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to come, Lina. I’m going to shoot my come into your mouth.”

Her only response was a hum of acceptance, her gaze still focused on his face.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, then pressed forward, shouting out as he jettisoned his orgasm deeply into her throat. She held on to his hips, taking him deep as he came. He grasped a handful of her hair as his cl**ax shattered him, emptied him, leaving him shaking.

He pulled Carolina up off the ice and dragged her into his arms, something solid to hold on to while he recovered. She wrapped her arms around him, her body trembling.

She had to be freezing. He led her off the ice and into the locker room, grabbing a blanket to wrap around her.

“You’re the one not wearing any clothes. You have to be cold.”

He gave her a smile. “I’m sweating. You nearly blew the top of my head off.”

She laughed. “Good. I enjoyed it. It turned me on.”

She was an amazing woman. He threaded his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp where he’d grabbed her hair so roughly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I told you. I liked it.”

He let his hand drift down over her shoulder and arm, resting it on her hip. Touching any part of her body was always a turn-on for him. His c**k twitched to life again, which surprised the hell out of him considering that she’d absolutely wrecked him not that long ago. “Yeah? So when you’re watching my games, you’re thinking about sex on the ice rink, huh?”

“Not particularly. Just sex with you. Location never matters much to me.”

“Good to know. He reached for the button on her jeans. “Ever thought about the locker room?”

She looked around. “No. But it’s an interesting idea.”

He dropped down to his knees and pulled her boots off, then reached for her jeans, tugging them over her hips. “It would be a new experience for me, too.”

Left in her panties, kneesocks, and a clingy top that covered her hips, she straddled the bench in front of his locker.

“You are just about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

The look she gave him sizzled his nerve endings. “You say all the right things.”

He pulled one of her legs over so she was facing him, then spread her legs. “I only say what’s true, Lina. Now hold on to the bench while I take your panties off.”

Carolina lifted her h*ps while Drew removed her underwear.

“Your knees are red,” he said, kissing each one before smoothing his hands over her thighs. “Do they hurt?”

“They’re fine.” She’d been so tuned in to him on the ice she hadn’t noticed the cold. Her gaze had been riveted on his face, the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed when she’d sucked him in deep. Even now, remembering the way he’d arched his back as he filled her mouth, her cl*tquivered, her pu**y aching to be filled.

Everything about Drew was a lesson in art, especially sexually. The two were intrinsically tied together. He was so honest sexually, and he loved exploring and pushing boundaries. He had no hang-ups that she was aware of, and being with him was so refreshing. Every time she was with him, she didn’t know what was going to happen.

Like now, as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex. Here, in the locker room. She knew they were alone, but the thought of someone coming in, of being caught, added an element of danger, just as it had when she’d sucked his c**k on the ice.

She arched into him as he rolled her cl*twith his tongue, then added his fingers to increase her pleasure.

She was already on the edge, so ready to come, especially in this danger zone. And yet, she resisted, mesmerized by Drew’s dark head between her legs, his broad shoulders, and his oh-so-magical tongue doing incredible things to her. She gripped the bench and spread her legs wider, giving him better access, hoping beyond hope that he’d continue to do . . .

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop, Drew. That’s going to make me come.”

And he did. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it as she yelled out with her orgasm, all that pent-up energy releasing when she came. Drew grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and sat on the bench, pulling her on top of him while she was still spasming with aftereffects of her amazing orgasm.

She sat on his lap, sliding down over his shaft, every glorious inch of him filling her. Sensations were heightened from her cl**ax, rippling through every nerve ending as Drew grasped her h*ps and thrust, burying himself deep.

She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, giving Drew access to her breasts. When she leaned forward and slid her nipple between his lips, he sucked, and she thought she might die from the extreme sensation shooting straight to her pussy.

He cupped her br**sts and fed from her nipple, sucking it deep, then moved to the other breast, kneading it and flicking the nipple with his tongue.

She moaned, sliding her fingers in his hair. “I really like that.”

He popped the nipple out of his mouth and looked up at her. “I know you do. I can feel your pu**y gripping me when I suck your nipples.”

She dug her knees firmly to his h*ps and rode him, lifting and then dropping down on his cock, rubbing her cl*tagainst him so she’d go off again.

Drew cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, making her dizzy with the way his lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then deeper, a sensuous dance of tongues and lips that never failed to take her to emotional depths that turned her world upside down.

She pulled back and lifted, watching as his c**k pulled partway out. She eased down over him again, taking him all the way in, teasing both of them until she thought she might explode.

She was close. Oh, so close.

“Take us both there, Lina,” he said, holding tight to her while she rocked back and forth, getting the friction she needed.

She gripped his shoulders, rolling her h*ps over him, quickening her pace.

“I’m there,” she said. “I’m going to come.”

She let go, digging her nails into him as her orgasm washed over her, taking both of them as Drew let out a guttural groan. She ground against him as she shuddered out her release, holding his gaze as they both went over at the same time.

It was intense, shattering, and left her breathless, as it always did when she connected this way with Drew.

And when it was over, both of them heaving breaths and gasping for air, he still held her gaze, sweeping her hair away from her face.

“Carolina,” was all he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

She bent forward and kissed him, then climbed off and went into the bathroom to clean up. He followed, then they got dressed and went back out on the ice to retrieve their things. She packed her camera into the bag she’d brought, then turned to Drew and smiled.

“Thank you for tonight.”

He grinned at her. “Which part? And I should be thanking you. From now on, every time I’m on the ice, or at my locker, I’ll be thinking about you. About us.”

She couldn’t help but smile about that.

TWENTY-TWO

THEY WERE TIED THREE TO THREE WITH PITTSBURGH in the third period. On home ice, this was a critical game.

So when Trick passed the puck to Sayers and he took a shot that sliced in past Pittsburgh’s goalie, the Garden lit up like crazy. Drew skated over and celebrated with the guys, then they concentrated on helping out the defense by keeping the puck away from Pittsburgh while the clock ticked down.

Not an easy task, because their forwards were formidable, but they managed to hold on and win.

They’d lost two on the road, but they’d won two at home, so at least they were still managing to kick butt on home ice.

As Drew made his way to the locker room, he couldn’t help the grin as he looked down at his bench, remembering the hot night he’d spent here with Carolina last week.

And again, he missed her. She was back to being busy as hell, and he’d been on the road and came home to play two games this week.

“Good game, man,” Trick said, slapping him on the back as he walked by.

“Back at ya.”

“Yeah, we’re good here. We’ve figured out how to master the home games so far. But we suck on the road.”

Trick was right about that. They were in trouble on the road so far this season, and none of them had a handle on what was going wrong with their road games.

“We’ll figure it out, Trick.”

His friend nodded. “Sure. We will.”

They had to stay upbeat and Drew felt it was his responsibility to keep his team morale positive. Even the coach was baffled by their lack of road wins so far, but the coach had said the same thing Drew had just said to Trick.

They would figure it out.

And when they did, they’d fix it.

Drew showered and got dressed, then packed up his bag.

“Hey, Drew.”

He looked up as one of the assistant coaches called his name. “Yeah?”

“Some guy waiting outside the locker room for you. Claims he’s a good friend. Name Trevor Shay mean anything to you?”

Drew grinned. “Yeah, it does. He’s one of my college roommates, Leon. Tell him I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

Drew finished putting all his gear away, then headed out the door. Trevor was leaning against the wall, talking to some of the other guys, who Drew was sure recognized Trevor.

Hell, everyone recognized Trevor Shay, since he was one of the few guys in sports who straddled the line between football and baseball. Or at least one of the few guys who’d tried it and was successful at it.