Page 72 of At the Edge with You

I pull my fingers from her slick heat and then lift them to her lips. “Taste what I’m obsessed with.” She opens her mouth without a second thought, sucking my fingers deep into her hot mouth, leaving me panting. “You’re incredible, Fable,” I tell her as her eyes meet mine, adoration in her green depths. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She drags her tongue between my fingers before pulling them out and then kissing me. I taste her as my tongue plays with hers, and it only makes me want to rip off her tights and bury myself deep inside her. As thrilling as it is to know we could have been caught when I was making her come, I won’t let anyone see me make love to her. That’s only for me.

I tear my mouth from hers, kiss her nose, and then back away from her. She looks over at me wide-eyed and confused as I head off the ice. “Where are you going?”

I grin at her. “Upstairs.”

She eyes me and then blinks. “You’re not going to let me take care of that?”

I don’t have to look down to know I’m pitching one hell of a tent in my athletic pants. I lick my lips and nod. “If you want to join me.”

Her eyes brighten a bit. “I do.”

I nod. “I’ll even feed you.”

“Your cock?”

I choke on spit and flash her a wide grin. “That, and some food.”

She hums in appreciation as I take off my skates. She sits down beside me, and I take in how her tights are torn at her thigh. It may make me a Neanderthal, but I like that I did that to her. I like it more that she has a bright-red mark where my mouth was. I touch the spot tenderly, and she flashes me a beaming smile.

“You made your mark?”

I nod. “Just as you have.”

Her eyes flash with wonderment, and I have to pull my gaze away before I tell her how damn in love with her I am. She’s not ready. She just had a sexual awakening; I can’t throw love in the mix right now. I can wait, especially for her. When my gaze settles on my bag, I see my jersey hanging out, and I’m reminded that I wanted to give it to her. I reach for it and then place it in her lap.

She looks up at me, her brows pulled in. “What’s this?”

“My jersey. Wear it tomorrow.”

Her lips curve up in a wide grin as she licks her lips. “Hmm, won’t that tell everyone we’re together?”

“Yeah, it will,” I say, meeting her gaze.

“And that’s okay?”

“More than okay,” I say gruffly, overwhelmed by my feelings. Is this what she feels like all the time?

Fuck, it’s torture.

“Is that okay with you?”

She flashes me a small little grin. “More than okay,” she repeats, her eyes burning just for me. Her grin grows as she throws on the jersey, and I learn that my new favorite sight is her in my sweater that looks way too big but also perfect on her. Pride burns through me as she stands, turning so I can see my name and my number on her back. “How do I look?”

My heart is in my throat as I tear my gaze from my number to her precious moss-green eyes. Ones I’ve dreamed of for the last twenty years and now belong to me.

My voice is still gruff, full of emotion. “Like mine.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

The Belles

“Something is up.”

Hazel, Bea, and Maggie all look up from their stitching as Kitty lays hers down. She meets each of their gazes before sighing deeply. “I think the kids are hiding something from us.”

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