Page 72 of Ice Me Out
His blue eyes skim the length of my body and I feel hot everywhere. My clothes feel like too much of a barrier under the heat of Jamie’s gaze.
“I came here to take you home, so we can be alone. But since we’re the only ones here, why wait?”
I can’t find one objection, and I want to feel his lips on mine again. “Kiss me, then.”
He doesn’t make me ask twice. His mouth finds mine, and this time there’s no coaxing, no teasing. Jamie devours my mouth while his hands find their way under the hem of his jersey.
His fingers trace my ribcage, the underside of my breasts, and I lean into his touch. I’m desperate for more.
“Fuck, baby,” he torments my bottom lip with his teeth. “Your tits feel incredible. I bet they look even more perfect than they feel.”
I’ve never given much thought to my boobs. I know Matthew liked them. I haven’t really been with anyone after he and I broke up, unless we count that horrible night with Kurt.
I don’t even want to think about that night. I want to erase it from my memory forever. “Do you want to look at them?” I pant against Jamie’s lips, my back arched to give him better access.
“Fuck, yeah.” His lips glide down the column of my neck as he lifts his jersey higher and higher.
“Wait.” I stop him, covering his hands with mine. I look left and right, suddenly worried. “I don’t know if there are any cameras in here.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Trust me, I know.”
Laughter escapes me at the thought that I’m probably not the first person he’s hooked up with in a bathroom around campus.
I lift my arms, letting Jamie lift the jersey over my head. His gaze is like a warming beam on my skin; but in contrast, my nipples tighten, aching for his touch.
Jamie lowers his head, following the trajectory of his hands with his open mouth.
One hand closes over one breast, massaging my soft flesh and teasing my nipple with the flat of his slightly rough palm. At the same time, his mouth finds my other nipple. His tongue comes out to swirl around the sensitive peak and I don’t even realize that the moan that sounds into the bathroom is coming from me.
“Hmm, do you like it? Huh, baby?” he chuckles, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
My answer is another strangled moan, as my hands come to play with Jamie’s silky, short blond hair.
He kisses a line from one breast to the other, lifting that sexy blue gaze to look at me. His warm breath is hovering over my skin, and I squirm with need.
A slow lick makes the space between my thighs pulse with need, and I beg him. “Jamie, please.”
His soft, perfect lips curl in a teasing smile. “Would you like me to suck on your sexy little nipple? Would you like Connor to suck on the other one? Or maybe he could take care of your clit.”
“Yes.” Bursts out of my mouth before I can even fully register what he just asked me. “Wait.” I tense up. “Did you say Connor? I?—”
“You were looking at him like you wanted him to be your next meal.”
“Jamie, I?—”
He doesn’t sound angry. “You kept staring at his mouth. Did you want to kiss Connor?”
Embarrassment and guilt kill the excitement of just a few seconds ago, and I push Jamie away. “I’m sorry, I?—”
If our relationship is fake, why do I feel like I’m betraying him just by being attracted to Connor?
Jamie advances again, and I cower. I cover my head with my arms, my eyes closed, shrinking into myself.
“Baby.” His tone is soft, full of concern. “Bex, what the fuck are you doing?”
I open my eyes to squint at him and all I see on his handsome face is pure concern. “I know we aren’t real, but?—”
“But what?” Now he sounds upset. “Do you think I would ever hurt you?” His voice goes up a notch, horrified.
