Page 159 of Break the Ice
That makes our guy smile. The tension in his body melts as he coaxes me into his chest. Burying his face in my hair, he inhales deep.
“Stay,” he whispers with a kiss to my temple. “I want you to stay... with JJ.”
“Elijah...” Dipping low, he cuts me off with a kiss to my lips.
The instant I open my mouth for him, his tongue swirls with mine. Tender and savoring with a guttural sigh when he pulls back. “Take what you want, Angel.”
“Eli—” Jayden starts only for Elijah to cut him off with a hoarse, “Look after our girl, Jayden.”
Jayden nods, cocooning me with his body while his chin rests on my shoulder. “Do you want me to drive you tomorrow morning?”
“I can drive myself,” Elijah chuckles back, pulling his key from his pocket as he traipses backwards towards the door. “Enjoy your rest day.”
“Call me when you’re done with Coach,” Jayden says at the same time as I tell him, “Let me know how training goes.”
“Stop worrying, it’s going to be fine.”
Maybe it is, but there’s still an inkling of doubt pinching around his eyes as I watch him leave, taking a part of my heart with him.
“Is it going to be okay, Jayden?” I ask when he spins me in his arms to face him.
“I think so. Coach loves Eli. Even if he is a grump most of the time, he’s an integral part of the team.” Gripping the back of my thighs, he hitches me up his body before carrying me to the sectional. “Eli and I are fucking amazing together.”
“You are.” The surety in his grin eases the vice choking my heart as he carefully lowers onto the sectional with me straddling his lap.
“Aaaand... every game we’ve played without him has made it glaringly obvious. Eli has a brilliant mind. His attention to detail during play is phenomenal.”
The grin cutting his face morphs to a bashful smile I can’t stop myself from tracing with my fingertips all the way to his flushed cheeks.
This man is extraordinarily beautiful and kind. I can’t get enough of the way he cares for the people he loves. Especially Elijah. The way his face literally lights up with affection when he talks about him owns my heart. The way he doesn’t waiver when Elijah needs him, brightens my soul.
“Want to watch a movie?” Jayden asks, nudging the tip of my nose with his.
Before I can form the words, my head is shaking in reply.
“Then what do you want, Lucky?” His voice is low and gravelly when he tips his face up to mine.
The air buzzes with the breathy excitement coursing between us. There isn’t a single cell of my DNA that isn’t vibrating with longing.
His stare is boring into mine while he waits for me to make a move. My breath sticks in the back of my throat as I trace my fingertips over his shoulders. My hands are shaking when I stroke them up to his collar, clutching the fabric in my hands.
Jayden watches me intently as I suck in a breath and tell myself,Take what you want.
All my breaths jam together when I lean forward, pulling him to me at the same time so that our lips crush together. It takes me a moment to work up the courage to deepen the kiss. My tongue tentatively licks over my bottom lip, across the seam of his until he opens his mouth for me.
“Stop teasing, baby. I’m dying to taste you again,” he groans.
Edging forward on the sectional, I lick into his mouth. My tongue circles his as he grips my hips with a growl and kisses me back. It’s slow at first. Controlled. Savoring.
The thrum of my pulse quickens as the butterflies in my belly flutter up into my chest. I am overwhelmed with the urge to hold on to him.
A certain feeling of cingulomania—where the desire to hold him in my arms is so overwhelming it feels as mighty as a sickness. A madness I can’t override while my arms wrap around his shoulders and lose myself in him.
It's overwhelmingly cathartic to give and give and give until my lungs are burning in their breathless torment. So damn thrilling to encompass so much sensation in my body.
It feels a lot like freedom.
Jayden doesn’t want anything outside of me. He doesn’t want me to be something I’m not. His desperation is coiled around everything thathe’s already holding, and every second that he owns my mouth, I crave more.
