Melting the Ice(108)

            “How do they feel?” she asked.

            He looked down, then at her. “Like underwear.”

            She rolled her eyes.

            “Why? Do they have superpowers? Or will my dick grow an extra inch when I’m wearing them? Because if so, you’re going to make billions on these things.”

            “Never mind.” She walked away.

            He followed. “Babe. It’s underwear. Men aren’t picky about it. Besides, you’re really advertising this to women, aren’t you? Women buy a ton of underwear for their men, don’t they?”

            She stopped and turned to face him. “Yes.”

            “All right then. Let’s make women want some men’s underwear.” He grabbed his hockey stick, and Carolina laughed.

            Sometimes, Drew could turn the most complicated thing into something simple.

            They headed toward the ice, where James had set up a carpet leading from the step off onto the ice and toward the net.

            He owed James a case of beer.

            “I’m pumped and feeling energized in these briefs. Like I could maybe even fly.” He took a superhero stance.

            She laughed. “Too late. Let’s get you into position and take the pictures.”

            “Sounds good to me. I’m already cold.”

            Excitement fueled her. “Okay. Let’s just do a few test shots of you standing next to the net.”

            Drew stood there holding his stick.

            “Um, boring. Could you kind of get into a sexy position?”

            He cocked a brow. “Define ‘sexy position’.”

            “I don’t know. Lean back.”

            He leaned back. And looked ridiculous. She laughed.

            And Drew frowned. “So we’re done now?”

            “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t a professional photographer, the kind who could make a model feel sexy, who could draw out the vibes needed to get them in the mood.

            But . . . she was a woman. And she knew what it took to get Drew in the mood.

            She walked over to him. This visual had been in her head for so long, she just had to get it out, take the test shots, and see if this was even going to work.

            “Put the stick in your left hand, then lean over this way, with your hand on the net. Yes. Just like that.” She made sure to touch his body, to caress him the way she would if they were alone together.

            She focused the lens on him. “I love seeing you in my clothes. Of course I love seeing you without any clothes.”

            His gaze hit hers, and she took the picture.

            She smiled at him, then moved in closer, getting his face, the way he watched her whenever she touched him to realign his body.

            “Spread your legs, just a little.” She made sure to touch his butt, his thighs, to take deep breaths when she was near him.

            “Carolina.” His eyes looked dark and a little dangerous. Perfect.

            She got the shot, and with every subsequent picture, she was certain she’d been right when she’d visualized this.

            “Now, take off the shirt and let’s get you in just the briefs.”

            He pulled the shirt off and she tossed it over her shoulder.