Page 19 of Lost on Ice
“Come for me, baby,” he snarls against my clit. “Do it. Now.”
As if my body was just waiting for his permission, it seizes, my release exploding through me. I cry out as I’m dragged under the waves of pleasure, but I’m not afraid of drowning in it. I revel in it.
Before my orgasm has subsided, Jake raises his head and leans back, shoving his boxers down his thighs and freeing his hard length. He strokes himself with one hand and reaches over the side of the bed for his pants with the other, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. When he pulls out a condom, I watch as he opens it and rolls it down his shaft.
Taking himself in hand again, he lines up with my entrance and holds my gaze as he sinks inside me.
I whimper at the sweet invasion, my body adjusting to him — I swear, itremembersthe shape of him, even though it’s been so long. It’s so ready for him. Once he’s seated fully inside me, he takes hold of my hips, pinning me to the bed, and starts to drive himself in and out.
“Fuck,” he grunts, moving his hips faster. “So damn tight. So damn perfect, Abbie.”
I claw at his arms in desperation. Even though I just came, my body is hungry for more of him. Deeper. Harder. I want our bodies to become so entwined that I no longer know where he ends and I begin.
His lips find mine as he fucks me with abandon and his kiss is fierce and bruising. I love that he doesn’t hold back with me and gives me everything he has. He trusts me with his strength and need to dominate, and I trust him to push me to the edge but stop me from falling and breaking beneath him.
“I’m going to come, Abbie,” he hisses, his face red and veins straining along his forehead. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I wrap my legs around him and hold him tight. “Do it, Jake. I want it.”
He reaches down between us and finds my clit with his thumb, rubbing it in hard, tight circles. I scream as I shatter again, clutching him as tightly as I can while I ride out my release. He tenses, then buries his face in my neck and roars ashe follows me with his own orgasm, pumping his hips into me again and again as he comes.
I don’t know how much time passes before the room comes back into focus and my body is my own again. My limbs are heavy and fall limp to the bed as I fight to catch my breath. Jake moves off of me, removes the condom, and collapses on the mattress, his own panting breaths filling the otherwise quiet hotel room.
“Fuck,” he murmurs and I can hear the exhaustion in his voice. “That was so good, Abbie. So fucking good.”
I turn my face to look at him, but his eyes are closed and he’s falling asleep. All I can do is continue to stare at him as his breathing grows even and steady, dread pooling in my stomach now that the lusty fog has lifted from my mind.
I turn my gaze to the ceiling and stare up at it in silence.
Shit. What have I done?
This was so, so, so stupid.
How could I let this happen? I refuse to stick around and find out. This time, I’ll be the one to disappear, because after tonight one thing is certain — he hasn’t changed, and my secret has to stay my own. My body might crave Jake — and oh, it craves him, and is shuddering for him even now — but he’s still the same selfish asshole he always was, and I’m putting him in my past.
Chapter Eight
JAKE
I slowly wakeup from a deep sleep and stretch my arms across the hotel bed, actually feeling rested and content. Man, I feel good. It’s been a long time since that’s happened, and it takes me those few blurry moments between sleep and being awake to figure out what’s different about this morning. Why do I feel so good? It’s obvious, actually.
Abbie.
I smile to myself and roll over to the other side of the bed to hold her. She’s not there. The mattress is cool and empty, as if she was never there. I’m not surprised, really, but it is disappointing. I don’t bother searching the room — it’s quiet, the bathroom door is open with the light off, and she obviously got out of here as fast as she could, probably quite some time ago.
Sighing, I stare up at the ceiling as I think about our night together. Fuck, it was incredible. I hadn’t realized just how much I’ve missed her. Her passion. Her eagerness and hungry kisses. The way her body takes me in as if it’s just been waiting for meto enter her. I hadn’t realized just how much I had been missing everything about her…
…which freaks me out, actually. I don’t do commitment. Hell, I don’t even sleep with the same woman more than once. Usually.
But there’s something about Abbie. I just can’t seem to resist her. A pull that had me returning to her again and again throughout the course of a year … and again the moment I saw her again yesterday. She looked gorgeous, but a little different. Softer. Lusher. Her curves are fuller and more mouthwatering than before. The moment I saw her I wanted to get her in my arms and reacquaint myself with every inch of her.
Why am I feeling this way? Scrubbing my hands over my face, I let out a groan of frustration before throwing the blankets off and climbing out of bed. Glancing around the room, I see that all her stuff is gone. How early did she get up so she wouldn’t have to interact with me after fucking me last night? I want to be happy about this, but instead, it’s pissing me off. I stand up and stare at the snowy sky outside the window for a moment, collecting myself. I’ve seriously got to cool off.
Irritated and hurt in a way I don’t want to dwell on, I get dressed and ready for the day and pack up my stuff. I check my phone for the time—it’s still early enough to get the continental breakfast downstairs—so I double check that I’ve got everything and make my way out into the hallway. As I reach the elevators and ride down to the lobby, I wonder how Abbie will act when we see each other again. Shy and bashful? Flirtatious? Scornful?
Or will she just ignore me completely?
Not that I deserve any less, if I’m honest. I was the one to cut contact with her three years ago. Still, the idea of being ignored is what bothers me the most, even if it would be the most convenient way for this to go. I still don’t want to commit toanyone, not even Abbie, so pretending last night never happened would be the path of least resistance.
