His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 76

OLIVE’S POV

Five years ago. I went on my first voluntary summer camping trip during break, and for some reason best known to the universe, I’d joined the boys’ club.

One of the guys I’d had a tiny crush on-Judy Bryon, tall with that stupid confident smile-sneaked me out one night to go watch what he called “something fun.” Said it was going to be lit.

I was excited because I’d just survived the worst first year of college, and Brenda was still recovering from a breakup that had nearly destroyed her.

The sneak-out turned into my first car racing experience.

Technically it wasn’t even racing. Just three sports cars moving in circles, each one spiraling against the others, and I couldn’t count how many times I thought I was going to have a heart attack watching them nearly crash into each other.

The memory crashed through me now as I watched Zane pull up in front of my apartment in a black car that looked like it belonged in a Fast and Furious movie.

My mouth dropped open.

But it wasn’t just the car-it was him stepping out of it, the scent of his cologne hitting me immediately. Something expensive and dark and masculine enough to make me almost lose my balance right there on the sidewalk.

I couldn’t ignore how incredibly hot he looked either. Nothing fancy-just dark Diesel jeans that fit him perfectly and a black Tom Ford button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms in a way that should’ve been illegal.

Simple. Devastating. Zane.

“You own a Dodge,” I said, trying to focus on the car instead of how badly I wanted to climb him like a tree.

“Muffin, nothing about my cars should shock you at this point.” He stopped in front of me, hands instantly wrapping around my waist. “Owning a Dodge Demon is nothing compared to what you’re about to see.”

He grabbed my hands, lifting them up as his eyes raked down my body slowly, deliberately, taking in every detail of what I was wearing.

Brenda had insisted on this outfit-said I needed to look “fuckable but dangerous” for wherever dangerous Zane was taking me to, because I told her, for now, the place was secret, and she grudgingly understood.

She’d picked out a black leather mini skirt that barely covered my ass, paired with thigh-high Saint Laurent boots that my mother had gifted me, and I was wearing for the first time. The top was this cropped black turtleneck that showed just a sliver of skin at my waist, and over it all, a thick, oversized, simple, comfy coat with fur lining.

“Easy access,” Brenda had said with a wink. “Trust me.”

I hadn’t understood what she meant until Zane’s eyes went dark, looking at me.

“You look destroying,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You really understood the assignment.”

He pulled me toward him until our chests touched, and the scent of his cologne-Tom Ford Oud Wood; I’d learned to recognize it-hit me even harder, making my head spin.

And you’re incredibly late,” I said, trying to sound annoyed even though my body was already betraying me.

For a second, something flashed across his face. Something dark But it was gone before I could catch it.

“I was fighting strange battles, you see,” he said, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. “And I apologize for my godforsaken. actions, my dear”

Before I could respond-before I could ask what battles he mean-his lips crashed against mine.

My hands flew to his neck the second I got myself. fingers threading through his hair as I kissed him back just as hard, tasting the soft richness of whiskey on his tongue mixed with something mint, something that was just him.

The kiss was desperate. Consuming. Like he’d been starving for this all day and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.

I didn’t realize he’d lifted me off the ground until my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and suddenly my back was pressed against the side of his car, the metal cool through my cot.

His lips never left mine. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider around him, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, pressing against me in a way that made me gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck.” he groaned against my lips, and then his mouth moved to my neck-sucking, biting, grazing his teeth across my pulse point hard enough that I knew I’d have marks tomorrow, visible and claiming.

“Zane-“I moaned, using everything I had to push against his chest because it was too much, too fast, and we were still on the street where anyone could see us. “We need to stop. We have a date.”

I felt him groan against my neck, this thick, seductive sound that sent heat straight to my core.

We can go tomorrow,” he whispered against my skin, kissing my neck, my jaw, my cheeks, my eyelids like he was trying to memorize every inch of my face. “Let’s go inside and finish what you started.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, even as my body was screaming at me o say yes. I slowly unwrapped my legs from his waist, sliding down until my boots hit the pavement again.

“No, you started it,” I said, my lips forming a pout I knew he couldn’t resist. “And tomorrow night I have to be home for my family’s celebration. Hunter’s thing. Plus I didn’t get dressed up like this just to walk back inside and pull it all off.”

“I don’t mind making love to you with all of this on,” he said casually, his hands still on my waist. “Wouldn’t be a waste.”

My chest constricted.

For a second, I felt like all the blood had drained from my face.

“Making love?” I whispered, slowly but loud enough for him to hear.

His expression shifted. Something shuttering behind his eyes.

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