Mary's POV
The freezing air inside the ice rink bit at my skin, but my gaze was burning hot as I watched my Big boy out on the center ice.
Ryder skated at full speed, his hockey stick swinging to smack the puck, sending it slamming into the net with a loud, aggressive crack. He looked unbelievably sexy in his practice jersey, the fabric molding perfectly against his thick, corded muscles.
After scoring for the umpteenth time, he braked sharply, sending a spray of shaved ice flying into the air. His dark eyes immediately locked onto my position on the sidelines. Without warning, he skated straight toward me.
"Bored, Baby?" he asked, leaning casually against the plexiglass barrier while staring at me. He was panting slightly, sweat dripping from his messy black hair.
"A little," I tease
