He settled me onto one of the couch cushions before grabbing one of the fold-up chairs and placing it directly across from me. He dropped into it with a shrug. “He wasn’t that good, and I wanted to give the crowd a decent show. A knock-out in the first round isn’t always the best play, but everyone seemed to like it. It’s been awhile since I was able to do that.”
I was in awe of this man. To be so confident that he could knock someone unconscious with barely a blink seemed surreal. His world was so different than mine.
“I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it, though,” he said as he leaned forward in his chair. He took one of my hands and began to knead my palm. “It’s a rush knowing a gorgeous woman is watching me and cheering for me. Really gets me going.”
I gulped. I didn’t think he was talking about the fight anymore. He was being entirely too forward with his invasion of my space just like the night before and touching me so casually when he barely knew my name. But my body was on high-alert with a rush of desire. My nipples were hard, and I knew he could tell as he glanced down toward my chest several times with a knowing smirk.
“Well, those weren’t in short supply in the arena tonight,” I said. Why was this man so intently interested in me? I was so boring and bland. He should have been turning his charms on Stacey. It wasn’t as if I had never slept with a guy before; I just wasn’t nearly as experienced as I assumed he was. “So am I supposed to call you Ice? Or Shayne?”
“In the ring, I’m Ice. Out of the ring, I’m just Shayne,” he said. He hadn’t stopped kneading my palm. I was painfully aware of how the towel opened on the side exposing one of his muscular thighs. This close, he seemed larger than life.
“Okay,” I said.
“And you are Alexa,” he said.
“Right,” I said exhaling a long breath as he tugged on my hand pulling me closer to him. I sat on the edge of the couch just inside the perimeter of his knees which settled against my outer thighs. My eyes were drawn up to his. My brain was short-circuiting. Was I really going to do this? I wasn’t so na?ve not to understand what it meant to be called back to his locker room. This was probably his standard routine after a fight. But that didn’t even bother me; mostly because I felt quivers rolling through my body at his proximity and the intimacy of his touch.
If I was going to be Stacey for just one night, there were far worse things I could do. Hooking up with the sexiest guy I had ever met couldn’t be that bad. That’s what I told myself anyway, and that’s why I let him draw me even closer.
“You don’t usually do this kind of thing, do you Alexa?” he asked. He flattened my hand so that my palm faced toward him. Then he placed a simple kiss against my skin. It awakened a million nerve endings, and I felt a flush of heat at the sensation his warms lips caused there. I suddenly wanted to know what those lips would feel like on other places of my body.
I shook my head because I didn’t trust my voice. I wasn’t surprised that he had pegged me. I didn’t give off the same vibe that Stacey did. Not by a long shot. Prim. Proper. Uptight. All words that could be used to regularly describe me and my life.
“Well, this outfit of yours is doing all sorts of things to me right now. But if I’m honest, I’m picturing what you would look like without it on, though,” he said. The smile had slipped from his face now, and his gaze was intent.
I was feeling bold. If I was Stacey, I wouldn’t be the slightest bit offended by his forward compliment. In fact, it would have just the opposite effect. It made me feel sexy in a way that I had never been made to feel sexy before.
Standing up, I saw the look of surprise on his face. Then I moved my legs so that I straddled his legs as I sat back down on his thighs. My skirt rode up to expose an indecent amount of skin, but I found that I didn’t care. I let my hands fall on his shoulders, and I felt those toned muscles jump beneath my fingertips. His hands immediately clenched my ass, pressing me closer to him, and I felt his hard cock pressing against the soft, sensitive area between my legs.
He smelled clean and fresh, but there was an undertone of sweaty spiciness that was most assuredly his smell. I closed my eyes, and the scent invaded my nose even as I felt his hands slip down to rest on the bare skin of my thighs. I felt the movement as Shayne’s hands slid up my back and then pressed me against his hard chest. His lips were next to my earlobe, and I felt the quivers inside of me again as his teeth nibbled on the very tip.
“I want these legs wrapped around my waist tight when I’m inside of you,” he growled.
I lost all sense of who I was and where I was. I knew only that the waves of desire building inside of me needed a release. He could do whatever he wanted with me. I wanted this as badly as I could tell that he did. Two strangers. One night. I could deal with that.