Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

Maven and her date at a table by the window, I stopped dead in my tracks. She was so gorgeous it hurt.

“She know you’re here?” “Not yet.”

strolled right over to Maven’s table. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull as I approached, and she smiled at her date while trying to subtly shake her head at me. Do not come over here, those eyes said.

want you so badly, Maven. I like you, goddamnit.” She swallowed, attempting to wriggle free, but I held her tighter. “No,” I said, shaking my head as my forehead fell to hers. “Don’t. Don’t make a joke. Don’t deny it. You want me, too.”

“Admit it,” I pleaded. A long pause settled between us, the air charged, waiting for one tiny spark that would engulf us both in flames. “You’re a playboy, Vince,” she breathed, just a whisper, but the words struck me as if she’d yelled them. I pulled back, and her eyes found mine. “You only want me because I haven’t let you have me.”

“You… you don’t honestly believe that.” I laughed, sure it was a joke. When she didn’t prod me further, that smile fell, my throat tight. “Tell me you don’t see me that way.” But she didn’t. She didn’t answer at all.

Vince spun on his heel and charged toward me. My heart lodged in my throat, eyes wide as I took in the snarl on his lips, the furrow of his brows. He was a man on the edge, and I’d just shoved him over. But I wasn’t scared.

My chest heaved with my next breath, and in four long strides, he invaded every inch of my space. Every inch of me. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose as his hand reached out for me, snatching my chin just like he had that day in Boston. His eyes flared when I didn’t pull away, when I leaned into the touch, pushing until I was sure his fingers would bruise me.

“I’ve had enough of that fucking mouth of yours,” he husked. And then he kissed me.

Vince released his grip on my jaw, reaching down to palm my ass, instead. He lifted me, pulling me into his massive arms as my legs wrapped eagerly around his waist.

“This fucking mouth,” he breathed, biting my lip until I winced. As soon as he released it, I was kissing him again, asking

“This fucking dress,”

“You have me so fucked up, Maven. Every waking hour, every waking minute of my life is wrecked by thoughts of you.”

“You are so deep-seated in my mind, in my being. I will never be rid of you.”

“Even once you’ve had me?”

“Especially then,” he breathed against my lips. For a moment, I thought he was second-guessing, thought he might pull away and put my feet back on the ground, help me right my dress, and tell me we shouldn’t.

“Then I guess we’re both fucked,” I said, and I licked his lip until he opened his mouth and let me in. He kissed me on another deep inhale, smothering the curse and any resolve I had left to fight the chemistry between us. Even if it was just once, even if this was all we had — I wanted it.

Vince smacked the outside of my thigh. “Lift,” he commanded. I pressed weight into my heels on the floor, just enough for my ass to rise off the bench. Vince shoved my dress up to my rib cage, wetting his lips at the sight of my thong before he hooked his thumbs in the band of it. “Let me see you,” he

ankles wrapped together in one of his hands, legs fused together, my bare pussy framed by the swells of my ass propped on the edge of the bench. “Fuck me, this is a beautiful sight.” He quirked his scarred brow at my sneakers next, laughing a little as he popped one off and then the other. “Don’t judge,” I breathed. “Pet, the only thing I’m judging right now is how fucking soaked you are,”

“Stubborn girl. How long have you been this wet for me?” I ripped out of his hold, pressing my toes into his chest. “Don’t call me pet.” “You like it.”

He seemed to notice because he nodded at that bar with a wicked grin. “Hold tight,” he said, and then he descended. It was a slow, teasing torture — his lips kissing up my thigh that was propped on the bench. He flicked his tongue over my clit just once before he was kissing down the other thigh, and I squirmed, gripping the bar so hard I wondered if I’d callous. Vince Tanev was on his fucking knees for me.

His tongue covered me, hot and wet and with the perfect pressure to make me tremble beneath the touch. “Oh, fuck,” I cried, trying to sit my ass back on the bench so I could spread wider for him. But he kept me up, kept me shaking and holding on for dear life as he worked. My heart was pounding, the reality of the moment stealing my breath. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was a bad idea, that I wasn’t being professional, that this would all blow up in my face. I couldn’t find it in me to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Jesus, Maven,”

“So fucking sweet. So fucking you.”

My ass dropped to the bench, and Vince grabbed my hand, guiding it back to the bar. “I said hold tight,”

“I knew you had pretty tits even before I felt you that night in the hot tub,”

“But fuck, my imagination was so far off. These,” he said, squeezing me before he leaned down to circle one of my nipples with his tongue. “Are perfect.” “Vince,” I breathed. “Mm? Is there something you need, pet?”

“You need only say it,” he teased, a challenge in his eyes as he held me like that.

“Eat. Me.” He grinned. “With pleasure.” He didn’t delay this time. He enveloped me — wrapping my thighs in his arms again, balancing me in the air as my grip tightened on the bar. His mouth was ravenous, his tongue that of an expert, sliding up and down and in me. He used the tip of it to flick my clit in a quick, merciless motion, holding me to him when I tried to back out. “Ohhhh fuuucckkk,” I cried, my legs trembling so hard it hurt. It was like having a full body spasm, but I pushed and stretched and opened, reaching, holding tight. And then I let go.

Vince smiled against my pussy, kissing it lightly before crawling up to kiss my mouth.

“Cameras,” I breathed. “I already took care of it.” I blinked. “How?”

“No one gets my girl like this. No one but me.”

And then, like a lightbulb went off, a little smile curled on his lips, his eyes wide. He tugged me away from the bench, stealing another kiss, and then he grabbed my hips and spun me around. Until I was looking at myself, at us, in the mirror.

That was all I could think as I stood behind Maven in that gym, the light from above painting her in a masterpiece of shadows, me holding her hips and watching her eyes widen at the sight of herself, at what I’d done to her. This was it for me.

“Look at you,” I said, leaning down so those words could caress the skin at the back of her neck. I grabbed her wrists, holding them up to spread her wingspan, and then I trailed my fingertips along her arms.

My bottom hand slid lower, over her velvet dress, down to where she was dripping from between her legs. “You’re going to watch while I fuck you for the first time,” I said, kissing her hair. “You say that like there will be a second.”

“Baby, believe me when I say there will be a second,”

“And a third, and a fourth, and so on, and so forth until this pussy molds to my exact shape, it’s so sure it belongs only to me.” Maven moaned, and then I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, her dainty wrists caught in my grip. I held her there with one hand as the other struggled with my shorts,

“Fuck,” I cursed, forehead falling forward to rest against her hair. “I don’t have a condom.”

have an IUD,” she said, quietly, as if she wasn’t quite sure what those words meant in this context. “Are you… um… do you have any…” “I was just tested at camp,”

her. “And I haven’t fucked anyone since.” That seemed to surprise her.

“Tell me you’re tested, too. Please, tell me I can fill this needy cunt the way I want to.” “Yes.”

Then, I hooked my hands around her elbows, holding her arms back and her chest puffed until she had no choice but to look at me in the mirror. “Watch,” I commanded. And I slid it home.

“Come on, baby,” I coached, kissing her hair. “Watch as I fuck you.” She peeled her lids open, her eyes connecting with mine in the mirror. She was so wet from my mouth, from her climax, that she stretched open for me with just that flex of my hips. I slowly pulled out, watching her as I did, and then pressed back in again, finding more depth.

My head lolled back, and I bit my bottom lip on a curse before I looked in the mirror again. Maven just smirked, hinging at the waist, allowing me better access to drive it in. My first strokes were slow, calculated, like I was pushing reps in the gym. Withdrawing for four breaths, pressing in for one, holding for two, and then repeating again. And the whole time I was torn between watching Maven’s ecstasy in the mirror, or where her ass rippled every time my hips slammed into her.

wanted her in my fucking bloodstream.

Slowly, I picked up my pace, kissing her neck and shoulder and jaw as I held her arms behind her. My mouth was on her neck when I glanced in the mirror and saw her eyes closed,

open in a moan, her tits bouncing wildly where they were shoved up and over the top of her dress. “Eyes on me, baby,” I said, nipping at her neck. She seemed drugged as she forced her head up, her gaze toward me, and when those heavy golden eyes ...

I held her steady, stretched her open, and sucked on her earlobe before saying, “Again. Play with that pussy until you come again.” She whimpered like she wasn’t sure she could, but then her hand dove down, nudging her dress out of the way so she had access to her clit. She circled it slow at first with just a couple fingers, and I slowed my pace to match hers. But when those two fingers turned into her whole hand, when she was bucking and trembling and circling her palm quickly over that sensitive part of her, I railed her, letting out a long, slow curse as I came.

took her weight even as my body convulsed and shook with her. It was so fucking good, so fucking us — hot and angry and unpredictable. “Yes, baby,” I moaned, filling her again and again. I could feel my cum dripping out of her already. “Just like that.”