Page 213 of Ice Darling
I groan and laugh at the same time. “That’s not how you say it.”
“A necking? You owe meanecking?” She grins prettily. “Thenecking. A round of necking? Two hours of necking?”
I bracket her face in my hands. “That last one sounds the best to me.”
Our lips connect, and then I move my kisses down her jawline, sweeping my mouth over her sweet skin. But before I can give her a proper necking, my phone rings.
I freeze, my lips plastered to the pulse point just under Cordelia’s jaw. Her hand slips possessively down my jeans, and she plucks my phone out of my back pocket.
I grip her hand to keep her still. Voice raspy, I move over her. “Gordie’s at Vinnie’s, and my mom is with her cruise ship friends. It’s probably a text from the team.”
“Or not. Let me check.”
I groan but allow her to sit up and unlock my phone. I watch while she deftly navigates to my messages. She looks stunning with her cheeks rosy from all the kissing and her hair tousled from my fingers.
It’s hard to believe someone so strong, vulnerable, kind, and beautiful is mine. How did I get so lucky?
Cordelia rakes her hand through those raven strands as she announces, “It’s Vinnie’s mom. Gordie’s getting sleepy and she’s ready to come home.”
“Seems like our night’s going to be cut short,” I say, my chest ballooning with a sigh.
“Not exactly.” She stands and offers her hand to me.
I take it and laugh when she tries to pull me out of the sofa and I don’t budge an inch.
Slanting me a dark look, Cordelia abandons her attempt and sashays to her bedroom. She emerges with my sweatshirt and plucks her keys from a table near the door.
“I’ll come with you. I want to see Gordie too.”
I smile when she locks her apartment and take her hand as we walk down the stairs together.
“What are you so happy about?” she asks, noticing my grin.
“Nothing.” I push the door open and allow her to walk out first.
“Tell me,” she insists.
I point to the sweatshirt with my name on the back. “You’re wearing my clothes.”
“You’re not getting it back,” she says, locking her arms over her chest.
“I don’t want to. I like seeing my name on you.”
“Why?”
“Because you look like mine.”
“That was kind of the point.” She tosses her hair and sashays past me to the electric bike that I rode over in.
I smirk at her, and then I hop on. Cordelia gets settled behind me. It takes me a minute to start the e-bike as I fumble around, trying to figure out where the on switch is. I’m still not used to this thing.
“I think it’s this one,” Cordelia says, flicking a button that’s right under my nose.
“Ah,” I say, fighting back my embarrassment.
She plants her feet on the bars sticking out of the back wheel while I turn the handle gears and wait for the bike to sprint forward. Instead, it makes a clanging noise, and the gears shriek in protest.
Gravity pushes us sideways, and I shoot my legs down to stop our descent. Cordelia jumps off the bike.
