Page 45 of Hearts on Ice
She dragged her fingertips down the insides of his arms, from above his elbows to his wrists, a sensation he found surprisingly erotic, his nipples tightening in reaction. Then she leaned over and kissed him, dipping her tongue between his lips. When he lifted his chin to respond, she abandoned his mouth, nipped his chin, then kissed his sternum, rubbing her belly against his erection as she descended his body.
He caught a quick breath as she skipped over his navel and kissed down the line of hair to his cock. When she ran her tongue up the length of him, he yanked his hands against his cuffs, and she sat back, looking up at him.
“Uh-uh-uh,” she chided gently. “Your hands stay cuffed, or I stop.”
“You tease me like this, and it’s not going last very long.”
A playful glint flashed in her eyes. “Bet me.”
He shook his head, breathing through his teeth, struggling for control when she bent over him again, her hair falling over her shoulder and trailing against the inside of his thighs. He watched her lips part over his cock, slide down, her mouth wet and hot and tight.
Three things happened at once. The knob on the bed post snapped off as he yanked his hands forward, the bedside lamp fell over and the light extinguished with a pop, and he lost the last strands of his control, arching his back, pushing deeper into her mouth as the pleasure ripped him to pieces.
Colby foldedher legs beneath her on the rumpled bed as she lifted a chicken wing to her mouth. She looked so damn sexy wearing his t-shirt, licking her fingers, and only knowing that if he tumbled her onto her back right now, they’d have to change the sheets kept him from acting on the impulse.
“So how long have you wanted to try games like that?” she asked.
“What?”
She motioned to the broken bedpost. “The…toys? The games? Did you want to do that when…when we were together before?”
“I mean.” He looked back at the broken bedpost. “I always thought it would be fun, but it’s not like I thought about it a lot.” He turned back to her. “You thought it was fun, didn’t you?”
“I did.” She dragged the words out. “I just wondered if you’d wanted more, you know. Adventure, maybe? Before?”
“I think we did just fine when we were together before.” He inclined back on one elbow, facing her. “I guess I wanted to tease the reporters, and you a little bit. And the fact that we both enjoyed it made it all worth it, don’t you think?”
She wanted to say something else. He could see it in her face. But she swallowed it, whatever it was, and looked down at his growing cock. He hadn’t bothered to dress or cover up, not even when he collected the delivered food from the hallway outside his door.
“Again?”
“It has been seven years,” he reminded her, leaning forward to kiss her, not caring now that he smeared wing sauce on the bed. He was going to have to change the sheets after the edible underwear anyway.
She placed a hand on his chest and leaned back to look him in the eye. “You haven’t…in seven years?”
He felt his face heat, and he eased back. “I…have, but not with you.”
She blew out a breath of relief. “Okay, you had me worried, because seven years is a long time.”
He didn’t want to talk about their history now. Not in bed. Maybe someday, but not tonight. He didn’t want to think about the other men she’d been with, about the women he’d enjoyed but who hadn’t been her.
No one had been her.
He dragged the box of wings from between them and lowered her to the mattress, watching her eyes change from surprise to puzzlement to desire as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.
CHAPTER18
“What do you say we don’t go to the rink today?” Declan said as he looked in the fridge for something they could have for breakfast. He really needed to place a grocery delivery order. “Josh and Lexi could use the time to practice on their own without us standing over them, and we could go for a drive. Maybe a hike or something. I know some good trails, but I haven’t been out in months. Too busy at the rink.” If they were going to make it this time, they were going to have to find other things in common besides just ice skating and coaching.
She walked into the room then, dressed in her clothes from yesterday, looking at her phone.
“We’ll go by Archie’s first, and you can get your clothes,” he said, because he was flexible like that.
“I think we should definitely not go to the rink today,” she said.
Her voice sounded strange, like it was far away. She hadn’t looked up from her phone or acknowledged his idea, good or bad.
“What’s going on?”
