Page 50 of Lost on Ice
I take a step closer and tilt my head, pleased when she doesn’t move back.
“You know, I kind of like that I bring the sass out of you.”
She smirks. “Oh, you do, do you?”
“Yeah, I really fucking do.”
I take her face in both my hands and kiss her again. Unlike her soft brush of lips against mine, this kiss is hungrier. Needier. More desperate. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll push me away, but she immediately melts into me, curling her fingers into the front of my shirt. I slide my tongue along the seam of her mouth and she opens it to let me inside.
“Jake,” she whimpers after a few moments. “We shouldn’t….”
“Right.” I move to pick her up in my arms. She lets out a gasp of shock.
“What are you doing?”
“Moving this to the bedroom.”
She doesn’t argue, though she works her bottom lip with her teeth in a nervous motion.
Once we’re inside her room, I cross to the bed and set her down on it. Climbing in after her, I cup her chin and drag my thumb across her lip, freeing it from her teeth. She stares up at me, her breaths heavy and her cheeks pink. Her chestnut hair is spread around her head like a halo, and her chocolate gaze is smoldering.
“Tell me if you want me to leave,” I murmur.
She stares up at me, as if letting my words sink in, before she shakes her head.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
That’s all I need to hear. I kiss her again, pulling her lip between my teeth before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds onto me, kissing me back, matching my fervor.
Slipping my hands up inside her t-shirt, I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her gasp. The sound sends a shot of heat rushing through me straight to my cock, and my desperation for this woman grows.
Shoving her shirt up over her head, I toss it aside and then make quick work of her bra, needing to get her naked as quickly as possible. When her breasts are free, I take them in my hands and massage them before lowering my head and wrapping my lips around one stiff peak.
“Jake!” she cries out before remembering she needs to contain her voice. She bites her knuckle to keep from making too much noise as I continue to suck and lick at her nipples.
Fuck, her skin is so soft. So smooth. Her breasts are bigger than when we were hooking up—fuller and heavier. Her hips are a little wider. Subtle indications of the changes her body went through when she entered motherhood. She’s lush and tender, and I can’t get enough.
“You’re so damn perfect,” I murmur, fluttering kisses in the valley between her breasts.
Her fingers brush through my hair and she arches her back, but she doesn’t say a word. I glance up at her, and her gaze is hooded and heated as she watches me slide down her body, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
Settling between her legs, I rest her thighs on my shoulders and gaze up at her as I lower my head and press my tongue to her hot folds.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers.
I take my time, savoring the taste of her pussy as I lick and suck on her tender flesh. When I swirl my tongue around her clit, she undulates her hips up into my face. I want to watch her fall apart completely, so I suck on her harder and slip two fingers inside her at the same time.
Abbie slaps her hand over her mouth to stifle her cry as her body jerks and clenches around me. Her orgasm is swift and hard and I continue to pump my fingers and tongue into her, drawing out her release as long as I can.
When she starts pushing against my head and tries to wiggle out of my hold, I show her mercy and let her go.
Grinning, I look up at her. “You good?”
“Yeah,” she gasps. “But I need more.”
Greedy, lusty girl. So hot and lush and mine.
Mine?
