Page 97 of Center Ice

“Then why did you just get that look on your face, like you were panicking?”

Beneath her sweatshirt, I press my hands into her sides, holding her tightly. “I just had a second…where I was kind of overcome by the realization of how much I love you. I already knew I couldn’t see myself with anyone else, ever. I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But…” In this moment, words seem to be failing me. “But this is the first time I’ve ever felt completely overwhelmed with how much I care about you.”

Her lips curve up in a smile, and I know she’s not ready to say those words back to me, and that’s fine. I don’t want her to say them until she’s ready. But I want her to feel secure in knowing what my feelings are.

She slides her hand from my jaw to the back of my neck, pulling me toward her. And when her lips meet mine, the kiss is languid, like she’s drawing this kiss out to savor the moment. I return her kiss, but when her throaty moan reverberates against my mouth, I can’t hold back. My hands slide up her sides as I lift the sweatshirt over her head.

Beneath it, she’s wearing a sexy black lace bodysuit, and when I kneel in front of her and drag her leggings down, I realize she’s not wearing anything under it. In fact, I’m not sure it’s a bodysuit after all—it seems more like lingerie.

I remain on my knees, my fingers toying with the edges of the lace fabric where they rest above her hipbones. As I slide my thumbs under the seams, her body shakes with a shudder that matches the look of longing on her face. I spin her around so she’s facing the pole and I press her back forward while telling her to hold on.

With her hands clasped on the pole above her head and her back arched so her ass is in my face, the blood rushes to my cock so fast I’m practically dizzy. The lace of the thong runs between that peach of an ass, and I want to sink my teeth into her so badly my mouth waters.

Instead, I pepper kisses up the back of one thigh, across the slope of her cheeks, and then down the other thigh. And when she moans, pressing herself back toward me farther, I drag my hands from where they’re gripping her legs just above her knees, and slide them along her inner thighs until my thumbs meet at her entrance.

She tilts her hips backward and up, trying to make contact with my thumbs, and instead of letting her, I place one hand on her ass and slide my other hand forward, slipping my fingers under the front of the bodysuit to find her clit.

She moans again, so damn eager for my fingers. I pull the thin scrap of lace fabric to the side to fully expose her to me, then bring my fingers back to coat them in her arousal before sliding them forward and rubbing them over her clit. Her hips move, trying to increase the friction, and I bring my tongue to her entrance as I move my fingers faster.

My cock is pressing against the zipper of my jeans so hard it’s almost painful, and the noises coming out of Audrey’s mouth are only making the situation in my pants worse. I pull my fingers from her clit and use them to adjust the bodysuit back in place, then my hand that’s on her ass gives her a little slap. “Dance for me.”

“Drew!” She spins around to face me. “You can’t just stop like that.”

“I can, actually,” I say as I stand.

She steps toward me, her hand cupping my cock through my jeans. “How would you feel if I had you halfway to coming and stopped?” She’s gripping me in her hand, her thumb sliding over the head of me, but I can barely feel it because the damn zipper’s in the way. As much as I want to throw her on the bed and bury myself in her eager little cunt, I’m playing the long game here.

Bringing my hands to her breasts, I run my thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples, and in response, she closes her eyesand sighs. “Dance for me, and then I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll still feel me in your dreams.”

She lets out a deep sigh. “Drew, the thought of having my body on display like that?—”

“Has me about to unload in my pants,” I finish for her. “There is nothing about your body that I don’t love.” I trail my hands from her breasts down her sides and grip her hips as I drop to my knees for her. Pressing kisses across her soft stomach through the sheer lacy fabric, I trail my lips down between her legs, where I press my tongue to her clit while I move my hands down to grip the backs of her strong thighs. “You are fucking perfect,” I say, sitting back on my heels and looking up at her. “And I’m going to worship your body after I see what you can do on this pole.”

She gives me a playful roll of her eyes. “I’m not very good.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“You have a lot of experience judging people’s pole dancing abilities?”

My laugh is practically a snort. She’s so cute when she’s jealous. “No. I’ve never seen anyone pole dance before.”

“Not even at a strip club?”

“You might find this surprising,” I tell her, “but I’ve only been to a strip club once, for a bachelor party. And no, there was no pole dancing.”

“Well, I’m glad the bar is low, at least,” she says, biting her lip.

“Audrey.” The word is sharp, and she looks down at me, her bright eyes assessing me from behind those dark, thick lashes. “There is no bar. I’m not comparing you to anyone else, and never will. You’re it for me.”

Her shoulders relax as she sighs out, “Fine. But I need my phone.”

“I’ll be right back,” I say, as I rush to my feet before she changes her mind. I grab her phone off the coffee table where I left it, and bring it back to the room, where I find her running her hands along the pole like she’s testing it out.

She opens an app and music fills the space. I unbutton and unzip my jeans before taking a seat at the end of my bed, because the pressure in there is actually painful. I’m not sure how long I can even watch her before I’ll need to have her, but whatever this mental block is about her feeling comfortable with me seeing her body, we need to move through that.

Gripping the pole, she swings around again, with one leg out and one leg around the pole, and then she pushes both arms off the pole and sweeps a leg through so she’s doing some sort of a V sit as she spins.

At the bottom of the pole, she places her feet on the ground, takes a few steps around as she grabs hold high on the pole with both hands, and then bends her inside leg around the pole so she’s gripping it with the back of her thigh and inside of her knee. As she spins, she slides her inside arm down the pole and extends it out in front of her, holding the pole between her ribcage and the inside of her arm, and as she kicks her outside leg out and back, she extends her outside arm behind her and glides through the air gracefully as she circles that pole.

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