Page 163 of Break the Ice
“You good?” Jayden asks, knuckles tilting my chin.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice catching. “You?”
A laugh rumbles deep in his chest. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know where to start with you.” His eyes drop to my mouth before lingering lower. “I want all of you. Every inch, inside and out, baby.”
“Me too.” My lips find his chest, the taste of heat and skin branding my mouth. His hands sweep down my back, slow and sure, anchoring low over my hips.
“I’m spoiled for choice.”
That smirk tilts his mouth, boyish and wicked, and it sends my heart tumbling end over end.
“Start where you haven’t been yet,” I murmur, stealing another kiss.
A low growl hums through him like a warning.
“I haven’t had these tits yet,” Jayden says, sliding fingers under Elijah’s jersey, “and I recall you asking me to mark you everywhere.”
The shirt’s gone in one pull, leaving me in my simple white bra. His eyes burn as they trace every inch, something softer flickering beneath the hunger there.
“It’s okay if you change your mind,” Jayden says, voice careful against my jaw.
“Not going to happen.” My kiss lands on his cheek, sealing the promise.
He lays me back like I’m something sacred. Then his mouth trails down my throat, lower, lower, until the first sweep of his tongue over my nipple knocks the air from my lungs.
The second has my back arching. Heat spreads sharp and fast, a fire licking through me.
Teeth close gently over the tip, and a moan rips free before I can stop it.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Jayden groans, moving to the other breast, sucking, teasing, biting just enough to make me shake. “You’re so wet, baby. My cock is fucking weeping to get inside you.”
Every word sears through me, raw and reverent all at once. Like he can’t decide if he wants to ruin me or worship me.
Desperation hunkers into the marrow of my bones as my fingers twist in Jayden’s hair, holding him close when my body bows beneath his mouth, chasing each flick of his tongue.
“Please, Jayden,” I gasp as his kisses trail lower, lips and teeth dragging fire down my ribs, my stomach, the insides of my hips. The loss of his cock against me leaves me fraught, shaking. “I want… I need… more, Jayden, please…”
He takes his time. Every kiss is maddening, every lick slow enough to drive me half-crazy.
Long fingers hook my panties, sliding them down with aching care.
Every inch of me is maddened, worked up as his eyes catch mine through the valley of my breasts and his mouth descends lower, lower, until nothing’s between us.
“Fuck, Fin,” Jayden groans, teeth sinking into my thigh just hard enough to make me jolt. “You’re delicious. I could feast on you forever.”
The first stroke of his tongue over my clit shatters all thought. I’m nothing but a livewire in his expert hands. Beneath his masterful mouth.
My hands fist in his hair, back arching when he sucks me into his mouth and groans like he’s starving for this.
For me.
Every flick of his tongue winds me tighter, faster, until my thighs quake around his head.
He doesn’t stop when I break apart. Doesn’t stop when I cry out his name or quiver beneath his mouth. He licks me through it, steady and relentless, until I collapse back into the sheets, trembling, gasping, undone.
When Jayden finally lifts his head, his mouth glistens, eyes darker than ever, chest heaving like he’s just gone three periods without a break.
Speechless, I watch as he saunters to the bathroom, returning a second later in all his naked glory—condom packet in hand, his cock thick and hard as he stalks toward the bed.
