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her butt. He glared at the man he sent flying. “If you weren’t acting like an ass it never would have happened.”
    Toya squeezed his arm. “Hey, calm down. No big deal, okay? I’m fine.”
    He turned from the guy and glared at her. That pissed her off, and she glared back. She put her hands on her hips when he didn’t say anything.
    “What’s the problem?”
    “Nothing, you’re wet. Let’s go.” He took her hand and started to skate for the side, but she yanked away, almost losing her footing. When he would have helped her, she did a fancy move that surprised her. Skating backward, she kept just enough distance between them so he couldn’t grab her hand again. Of course stopping was a whole other issue.
    “You’re mad at me, and I’m trying to figure out why. I didn’t make him crash into me.”
    He sighed. “It’s nothing. Look, I’m sorry. Can we go?”
    Toya went over everything that happened in her mind, and she couldn’t see where she made him mad. Maybe he thought she was coming onto the guy. That was crazy. She was busy wincing from the chill and the sting of falling on her tailbone, so flirting was the farthest from her mind. And then she remembered earlier with Kel.
    She skated past him to the side. All the cool moves were gone when she stumbled off the ice and nearly toppled to the floor for the second time. Tripp’s strong arm came around her, and he kept her steady until she could reach a bench. They changed out of the skates for their street shoes and headed back to her place. All the way there, they remained silent, not talking.
    “Is this how the weekend is going to go?” she asked when they were in her bedroom, pulling off damp clothing.
    He reached out and tugged to him. A kiss, no more than a caress, softened her anger. “No, it’s not. I can’t seem to… I don’t think…” He kissed her again. “The weekend will be great. Let me make it better from this moment on.”
    She arched against him, pushing her breasts into his chest. Her nipples had hardened from the chill of the night and his touch. When he felt them, his eyes narrowed to slits, and she grinned. “Now you’re talking.”
     

Chapter Five
    Tripp was an idiot. He’d almost blown it with Toya. He couldn’t explain to her the roil of emotions welling inside of him. The fact was, he felt a lot more for Toya than just sexual attraction, and it pissed him off. No, every man looking at her, lusting over her, pissed him off. He had a habit of watching the people around him at all times, a habit formed because of his job. He’d seen the guy long before he made a move. The bastard had spotted Toya, a weak skater, as a potential mark. He had wanted to pick her pocket, but Tripp foiled his attempt. He wished he’d moved faster so she wasn’t knocked down at all.
    What annoyed him worse was how angry it made him to see the guy touching her hand. It brought back the memory of how she’d been with her boss earlier, and he had overreacted. Not his normal calm in the face of such situations, and she had called him on it.
    He admitted it. He was jealous. She was his, damn it—for as long as what they had lasted. No other man had the right to put his hands on her or to speak suggestively to her.
    “You’ve got that look on your face again,” she murmured.
    He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. Tripp watched her as she removed her tights, stooping to pull them down over her calves. His dick grew several inches just looking at her, and the squeeze in his pants forced him to unbutton his jeans and lower the zipper.
    “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked her.
    She glanced over her shoulder, a sassy expression on her face if he ever saw one. “Of course.” She put a foot up on the edge of the bed and continued rolling the nylon down her leg. “I’m a professional, and if there’s anything I know how to do it’s remove stockings.”
    “And the panties?” he suggested. Tonight she wore bikini