Pucking the Curvy Birthday Girl Bonus Scene

She tastes like the hot cocoa she drank earlier … with a hefty dose of sin. Her lips part, and I sweep into her, slow, possessive. My hands cup her waist, holding her steady on the slick surface. She trembles and clings to my shoulders.

When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against hers. “You know why I brought you here?”

“To humiliate me on skates?” she teases.

“No,” I growl softly. “Because this ice is my world, and I want you in every inch of it.”

Her breath catches. “We’re worlds away from a one-night stand now, aren’t we?”

I smirk, softer than I feel. “Honestly? I knew the first night I saw you I’d never be able to let you go.”

Her eyes round. “So, you had ulterior motives?”

“All along,” I confess with a dark laugh.

She licks her lips, eyes dropping to my mouth. It’s the only invitation I need. I kiss her again, harder, hungrier, my hand slipping under her jersey to find warm skin. She gasps, almost losing her footing, and I catch her, growling against her lips. “Careful. Wouldn’t want to bruise what’s mine.”

Her nails bite into my shoulders. “Then maybe you’d better hold on tight.”

That does it. I scoop her up easily, skating towards the low wall and setting her down so she’s perched on the rink’s edge. Her skates dangle, her legs spread for me. I slide between them, my mouth trailing down her throat. She arches into me, whimpering.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper, tasting the pulse fluttering under her skin. My hands unbutton and unzip her jeans, pushing them down her hips until they pool around her ice skates, exposing turquoise lace with a sexy as fuck dark, moist spot. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Show me,” she breathes.

I tug her panties aside and slide my fingers into her slick heat, slow and reverent. She moans, head tipping back, curls spilling around her shoulders. “Liam …”

“Yeah, Princess.” My voice is a rasp. “Right here. On my ice. I’ve got you.”

I stroke her until she’s shaking, until her hips are rocking against my hand, her breath breaking apart on my name. When she’s trembling, right on the edge, I undo my jeans and belt with one hand, freeing myself.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

Her eyes snap open, pupils blown wide. She nods.

I push into her slowly, groaning at the heat of her, the way she clenches me. She gasps, nails digging into my back through my flannel.

“That’s it,” I whisper, forehead to hers. “Take me. All of me.”

I move inside her, slow at first, then more urgently, her body sliding a little on the slick surface until I wrap an arm around her and anchor her to me. She clutches my shoulders, thighs gripping my hips, moaning against my mouth.

It’s rough and sweet all at once. The empty arena echoes with our breaths, our naughty wet sounds. Her release hits first, a strangled cry against my throat as she milks me like I’m all that matters. My hips thrust forward, burying deep, holding her tight as I spill into her, whispering her name like a prayer.

We stay like this for a long time, tangled, breathless. My world—ice, boards, this girl in my arms—all of it finally makes sense.

When her breathing steadies, I pull her jersey down over her thighs and scoop her against me, carrying her back to the bench. She curls into me, head against my chest.

“Cold?” I ask.

“A little,” she admits.

I tug my hoodie over my head and wrap it around her shoulders, tugging the hood up until she’s swallowed in my scent. “Better?”

She burrows against my chest. “Mmm. Perfect.”

I press a kiss to her temple, my heart pounding like it’s trying to skate out of my chest. “Happy belated birthday, Princess. This is just the first of many.”

She tips her head back, eyes shining. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

“Never,” I promise, the easiest promise I’ll ever keep.

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