Page 37 of Hearts on Ice
She pulled her lips back to nip at his thumb and rose on her elbows to capture his mouth with hers, savoring her own taste on his lips and tongue. Then, wrapping her legs around his, she tried to flip him beneath her. Okay, that didn’t work exactly, but he got the message and rolled onto his back, allowing her to rise over him. She mimicked the path he’d created on her body, lingering on the pulse at the base of his throat, along his collar bone, his sternum, smiling when she reached the soft hair below his navel. She reached between them to cup his balls, stroke her way up his shaft, her thumb circling the sensitive spot just below the head.
“You won’t come as quickly as I did?” she asked, lifting herself over his hard eager cock.
“I can’t make any promises,” he replied, his voice strangled.
“Should I risk it?” she teased him with her breath over the tip.
“Please. Risk it.”
His eyes were glazed as she grinned up at him, then closed her mouth over him.
Seven years, and yet she was able to find the rhythm like they’d been together last night. She knew the texture of him that well, his pleasure points, how to hold him off.
Well, she wasn’t sure if she was doing such a good job of holding him off. She felt his whole body straining for control, and finally he signaled to her he’d had enough. She released him with a pop and rose over him, straddling him. He brought his cock to her entrance, and she lowered over him, closing her eyes in pleasure as he stretched her, the sensation delicious.
He didn’t give her a chance to take all of him in before he began pumping up into her, so that she had trouble meeting his rhythm. But the fact that he was so eager to be inside her, that he desired her so much, just fired her own desire. She lowered over him, rubbed her breasts against his chest as she kissed his mouth hungrily, capturing his hands when he would cup her breasts and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head.
He chuckled and obliged her attempt to restrain him, especially since she was too short to hold him down and ride him, so she straightened, dragging her fingers along the insides of his wrists as she did so. She took him deep, and took him slow, watching him watch her. She’d forgotten how hot that was, and she leaned into it, hoping as she moved that she looked as sexy as she thought she did. This time when he put his hands on her hips, she let him guide her.
The pleasure shimmered just out of reach until she angled her hips just right. He drew in a sharp breath, the cords of his neck tightening, his body straining as he emptied into her.
Oh, yes, she had missed this, missed this power, missed this fulfillment of feeling him come inside her, letting the sight, letting the sensation, carry her over into a rolling orgasm.
Only after her mind cleared did she suffer some uncertainty. In the past, she would have draped herself over his chest, listened to the pounding of his heart against his ribs, felt his arms go around her.
But they weren’t in love anymore. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, wasn’t sure what was expected of her. And she hated that those doubts chased the pleasure from her body.
But then he reached up and pulled her down to the mattress beside him, rolling on his side to face her, stroking her damp hair back from her face.
She couldn’t look into his eyes. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to see whatever emotion was there. She really didn’t think she could deal with it, when she didn’t know how she felt. She did, however, let her fingers play in the hair of his chest, which had thickened a bit since the last time she saw him naked.
“We are still really good at that,” he said.
“I think next to skating, that is what we did best,” she countered, forcing some sauciness into her tone, and risking a glance at his face.
He was giving her that smile, that soft playful smile she’d seen so often, the one that had made her fall in love with him.
She couldn’t fall in love with him again. She didn’t know where her life was going, and he didn’t deserve to be left hanging again while she figured it out.
Frustration tightened her chest. Why was it so easy for him to figure things out, figure out his life, and so hard for her?
She didn’t want to think about it now, though. Instead she threaded her fingers through his hair and brought his mouth to hers again, wanting to lose herself in him.
CHAPTER15
Declan had to go back to the rink for the afternoon session with Josh and Lexi, though he wasn’t sure how active he’d be. His legs felt pretty wobbly after the afternoon’s activities, and he didn’t think he’d be able to keep the smile from his face. People were bound to notice.
Having Colby nearby wouldn’t help.
“Why don’t I take you to get your things from Archie’s? You can let him know you’ve got another place to stay, and that way we can go to work together in the morning. Won’t have to get such an early start.”
His mind was already thinking of a much more pleasant way to begin the morning than driving across town to pick her up.
She slid to the edge of the mattress and reached for her top. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
He stopped and looked at her, seeing the doubt etched on her face. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
“As much fun as this was, do you think essentially moving in together is really wise?”
