Page 67 of Lost on Ice
“Not yet,” he chuckles. “Not until you come for me.”
He slips his finger inside me. Making a “come hither” motion, he hits that special spot, and I lose my mind. I arch my back and claw at the bedding as pleasure crashes through me.
“That’s a good girl.” He lifts his head and smiles as he moves up my body. When he kisses me again, I taste myself. As he slips his tongue into my mouth, he lines his length up with my entrance and pushes into me in one motion.
I scream, but he muffles the sound with his lips and begins pumping his hips, sliding in and out of me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “You feel so good. Warm and wet… perfect. Like you were made for me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he pounds into me hard and fast. It’s overwhelming… incredible… mind-numbing. My body is not my own anymore. It’s his. All of me belongs to him.
“Jake,” I whimper, but I don’t know what to say other than his name. My brain has short-circuited.
“Are you going to come for me again?” I love the gravelly tone his voice has taken on. “Are you going to be a good girl and come all over me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, squeezing my arms tighter around him. “I’m going to come… I’m going to…”
He cups my jaw and pins my head back. I shudder, loving the feel of his big hand holding me down.
“Do it,” he snarls. “Come for me like a good girl.”
As if my body was just waiting for his permission, I explode. My body seizes around him, shuddering and moaning as my orgasm rips through me. Jake tenses over me and lets out a harsh roar as he comes as well. His muscles tense under my hands and I feel him pulsing deep inside me.
I don’t know how much time passes before I come down from my release. With a groan, Jake carefully pulls out of me andslumps to the bed next to me, careful not to crush me beneath him.
We lie side-by-side, catching our breaths before he chuckles.
“Hell of a reward.” He turns his head to grin at me. “I’m going to be so motivated to kick ass at my next game.”
I can’t help but laugh as I roll to my side and curl up against him.
“Oh, good.” I giggle. “Whatever I can do for the team.”
Grunting, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me tighter against him.
“Fuck the team,” he growls. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
The vehemence in his words sends warmth coursing through me and I duck my head to hide my grin.
“All right,” I breathe. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
But as I close my eyes, I have to fight hard against the tears in my eyes. I don’t want to be his just in the heat of the moment anymore. I want to be his one and only — his, forever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
JAKE
I love wakingup to Abbie lying on my chest. Having her body pressed against mine, the scent of her hair tickling my nose. This morning is especially satisfying as we’re both naked, and I can feel every inch of her smooth skin.
“How do you feel?” I murmur, running my fingers along her bare shoulder.
Looking up at me, Abbie smiles sleepily. “Good, a little sore from last night, but in the most delicious way.”
I chuckle. “I’m glad. I want you to think of me whenever you move today and feel an ache anywhere on your body.”
She giggles. “You sound like a little bit of a sadist.”
Kissing her forehead, I reply, “Oh, no. I just want to always be on your mind.”
