Page 119 of Breaking Point
Her eyes seer into mine. “That…” She swallows. “What are you doing, Grayson?”
“Flirting.”
“Why? There’s no one around.”
I can see I’m losing her, can see those walls rising, and it kills me that I don’t understand why she has them. Why she can’t allow herself to embrace what’s between us. I understand boundaries, I do, but…I can feel it. I catch the way she looks at me sometimes, the heat and longing in her gaze.
I’m not delusional. I know she feels it too.
So that begs the question, why won’t she do it?
I look behind her as I shrug, choosing the safest route, the one I know I won’t lose her on. “There could be a janitor, cameras…crazy puck bunnies following us.”
Her lips twitch. “Do the bunnies usually stalk you in the arena at seven o’clock at night?”
“Yes, actually, they do.” That’s a lie. Security is top notch here, but Bella doesn’t need to know that. As if the arrangement is a safety blanket, her smile comes back, the hardness in her gaze receding.
“And what if therewassomeone here?” she asks coyly.
“Then they’d see us having our first spat.”
“A spat?”
I dip my chin. “A spat. You’re frustrated with my flirting skills.” Coming up behind her again, I slide my arm around her waist, fighting a chuckle as she grabs onto it with both hands immediately. With my free hand I cup her chin, turning it so our lips are a hair’s breadth away. “Although they wouldn’t understand the reason for it because, after all, you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breaths, her eyes locked on my lips.
There’s my blaze. With no walls in sight.
My thumb brushes over her bottom lip, savoring the feel of her warm breath fluttering against my skin.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper gutturally. “As my girlfriend, right now, tell me what you want.”
“You.”
The word has barely left her lips and I’m already upon her. I flush our bodies together, both my hands cupping her chin as my lips land against hers, greedily swallowing her gasp of shock.
I groan with pleasure, electricity dancing along my skin as I skate us backwards. Bella’s hands fist my shirt, and at first, I think it’s to hold on as I move us, but to my utter delight, it’s to get her hands under my shirt.
My resulting moan should have me feeling embarrassed, but all I can feel is the heady sensation ofwantas her hands land on my bare stomach.
Growling into her mouth, I slide my hands below her thighs and lift. She wraps her legs around my waist with ease, and I continue skating like that around the arena that I know like the back of my hand as I devour her.
There’s no other word for it.
Her sounds, her touch, the taste of her. I’m devouring it, committing everything to memory.
And I was right.
Last night wasn’t a fluke. It’s just as good, if not better.
Her hands slide up my neck and into my hair, gently pulling me closer to her, the move going and stealing my heart and eliciting another groan that she eats up. Her body begins to move, seeking the friction that my own hips want nothing more than?—
A door suddenly slams in the arena, jolting us apart.
Fucking doors.
Bella unwraps her legs, slowly sliding down my body, causing another groan to leave me as her breasts rub against my chest.
