Page 14 of Ice Rebel

And completely certain that the man who’d taken the fall with me wasn’t angry but excited at the events instead. How did I know that? Because his cock was firmly pressed between my legs.

And it was rock freaking hard.

Blinking a couple of times, I was finally able to focus a few seconds later. Still gasping for air. Still in shock.

And surprised he was grinning as he peered down at me.

My earbuds were missing from my ears, likely drowning in the chlorine.

That was an odd moment to freeze, but that’s what I did. Not because I was injured, but because he was a creation of beauty, more so than I’d believed.

Vibrations skittered through me, entirely electric and igniting a fire.

My cheeks became enflamed. Seconds later, the flash fire shifted, slithering between my breasts then lower.

Lust and desire clouded my vision, an ache between my thighs so intense I couldn’t breathe.

I squeezed my legs together until the vibrations became too much to handle.

Even my heart was pounding, which was so unlike me.

Suddenly, my phone was in my face, his hand wiggling it back and forth. “Saved your phone.”

“Uh-huh.” The grunt was all I could manage, especially since there was no wiggle room between us. With nothing else I could do, I stared into the deepest and most soulful pair of green eyes I’d ever seen. They were bottomless, shimmering with flecks of gold.

“Are you alright?” His voice was deep, husky in a way that indicated concern instead of gloating from becoming my phone’s savior.

“I’m just fine.”

He took a deep breath, his eyebrows lifting as he dropped his gaze, locked intently on what my hands were doing.

My fingers were actively massaging his broad, perfectly chiseled chest.

I dropped my gaze as well, instantly feeling the rush of heat sweeping across my jaw, crawling up my cheeks like bugs in the heat of summer. Very slowly, I curled my fingers, doing my best to pull my hands away even with the tight confinement.

Meanwhile, he was enjoying himself, daring to shift his hips. Only once, but it was enough to remind me all over again of his agitated condition.

“You can get off me now,” I added. “I mean if there’s nothing broken and you don’t need for me to call an ambulance.”

He snorted as if I’d just shot off the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “It’ll take a lot more than being entangled with a beautiful woman to cause me any permanent physical injury. Besides, I’ve done this kind of thing before.”

I honestly wasn’t certain if I wanted to ask him about when or why, so I chose not to. “Well, good for you, but really, you can get off me anytime you’d like.”

His grin provided a sweeping opportunity to see his dimples, which drew my attention from his dazzling eyes to his strong, square jaw that was covered in the sexiest two-day stubble.

Plus, there were his cheekbones that were an amazing draw to his handsome face. Wait. What was I saying?

At that critical moment where it seemed he was perfectly content with me lying underneath him, I realized the stranger was none other than the object of my naughty fantasies the night before. A hockey player.

Since he wasn’t moving, I tried to offer a reminder that my tiny body was still plastered under his huge one by pushing my palms, hands arched so my fingers wouldn’t touch, against his chest.

Another jarring effect ripped through my arms, this time not from the crushing blow but from a jolt of current. What a shock. I’d heard about energy before and even kismet, but this was ridiculous.

At least he got the idea, shifting his hips first, which proved to drive me a little bit crazy. He finally rolled onto the balls of his feet, standing while remaining close. Talk about being rewarded with a long, tall view. The man was muscular in all the right places, especially between his legs.

Oh, my gosh. Had I just thought that way about a stranger? I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut in hopes that maybe he hadn’t caught wind of what I’d been thinking.

Barely peeking told me otherwise, his entire face still covered with a huge grin. He held out his hand, offering to help me up. I was eager to ignore the gentlemanly act, but knew if I tried to stand by myself, I’d look like some clumsy bird.