Page 18 of Lost on Ice
“God, you’re insufferable! You haven’t changed one bit, have you?”
“Well, neither have you! You’re still a brat!”
I lean in closer. “You can always sleep on the floor, you know.”
He leans in closer as well. “Why? Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself all night?”
I let out a derisive snort. “Oh, you wish. I have no desire to touch you whatsoever.”
He smirks and taunts me. “Really? So if I stuck my hand down your shorts right now, you wouldn’t be soaked?”
I gasp. The audacity. “Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!” I cry out. “And… and…” I stare at his bare chest..
The next moment, his mouth is crashing into mine and we’re kissing. It’s rough and demanding, and our tongues tangle and battle for dominance. I wrap my arms around his neck and we fall back on the bed, his body covering mine.
“Fuck, you still taste so good,” he growls against my lips as he shoves his hands up my shirt to cup my breasts.
I moan and arch my back, pressing myself more firmly into his palms. This is such a bad idea, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I’ve missed the feel of his hands on me and his lips against mine so much that I’m not willing to push him away even though I know I’m going to regret this in the morning.
He brushes his thumbs over my nipples and I hiss in a breath, pressing my thighs together as I grow wetter and wetter. I grind my hips up against him, not bothering to hide how badly I want him.
His mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck, his hot breath on my skin making me shiver. When he reaches my belly, he shoves my shirt up, baring my breasts. He wraps his lip around one nipple while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger, and I lose my mind, pleasure pulsing through me. My blood feels hot in my veins and I want more. I want him to touch me everywhere. To taste every inch of me. I want to lose myself in this man the way I used to.
“Jake,” I hiss, pushing against his shoulders. “Don’t make me wait!”
He looks up at me and grins. “Impatient, are we?”
I narrow my eyes at him and growl, “I just know how much you like to torment me.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head but slides down my body. He raises my legs, grabs the waist band of my shorts, and yanks them off so hard they nearly rip.
“No panties.” His voice goes deeper. Hungrier.
I clench my thighs together.
“No, no.” He clucks his tongue, grabbing hold of my knees. “Open wide.”
Before I can obey, he goes ahead and shoves my legs apart, holding them open. I let out a squeak of surprise that dissolves into a low moan when he drops his head and drags his tongue along my folds.
“Fuck,” he rumbles. “You still taste as good here too.”
He begins licking and sucking me in earnest. I throw my hair back and cry out, undulating my hips up against his mouth.
“Oh, God!”
His fingers press into my thighs so hard, I have no doubt he’ll leave bruises in my skin.
I reach down and grab hold of his hair to keep him in place. I don’t want him to get away from me before he finishes what he’s started.
My body is overwhelmed with sensation as he continues to feast on my sensitive flesh. The room seems to spin around me, blurring until the only thing in focus is him. He’s always had this power over me. This ability to make me melt for him and forget about everything else but the pleasure he can give me.
When he wraps his lips around my clit and begins to suck, I jerk so hard I nearly come off the bed. It’s almost too much stimulation. It’s pleasure bordering on pain, but it’s so intoxicating that I don’t want it to end.
My orgasm starts to build up inside me, like a tightening coil. I thrash my head back and forth as I whimper and moan.
“Jake, please…” I beg. “I’m so close… so, so close…”
