“Are you hurt?” he finally asked.

I groaned, rolling onto my back. “Just knocked the wind out of me.”

Lips pursed, he gently examined my ribs. I’d probably have some bruising, but nothing felt broken. He stood and offered a hand, and I took it, our damp palms clasping.

Want surged through me. I wanted to tug him down on top of me to feel more of his body. I wanted to strip him naked right there at center ice and kiss every inch of him. I wanted to hear his breathy little moan of release when he came. I wanted so much, everything tripping around in my head.

I let him pull me to sitting, but I moved onto my knees. I didn’t let go of his hand. “Truth.” My chest rose and fell, my body tingling as I looked up at him. “My truth, and a dare for you. Two for one.”

He watched me warily, the lift of his eyebrow seeming to say, Go on.

“I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Henry’s eyes practically popped out of his pretty head. He looked so adorably scandalized that I had to kiss him, but he hadn’t wanted to before, so I stayed on my knees. Honestly, if I tried to kiss him now and he turned away, it would hurt too much. I couldn’t handle that rejection from him.

Which sent warning bells ringing in my head along with a voice too much like my mother’s demanding to know what the hell I was doing with the biggest competition of my life looming. What I was doing with the one man who could beat me.

He was still holding my hand. Gripping it so hard I might have worried about bones snapping if I wasn’t so turned on. And I silenced all the warnings because I’d deal with all that stuff later. Now was what mattered.

Henry wasn’t just scandalized. Even in the dim light, I could see his pupils dilate, the pink tip of his tongue dart out to lick his lips. I could hear the sharp intake of breath as he whispered, “Here?”

Hell, why not here? We were alone on the rink, and I was already kneeling on the ice, cold through my pants, and I wanted his hot dick in my mouth. I ran my free hand up his inner thigh and bit my lip.

“I dare you.”

He shuddered with his whole body, and—yep, he was rock hard already, the cutest little whimper escaping as I rubbed him through the stretchy, thick spandex.

He’d insisted he wasn’t a virgin, but there was something so innocent in how easy it was to turn him on. Not that I could talk given my own massive hard-on.

“Come on. Fuck my mouth.” I yanked at his waistband before stopping. “If you want to.”

He was panting already. Nodding, he glanced around one more time before freeing himself. I was ready to be choking on his cock ASAP, but I waited as he watched me, his dick in his hand.