Page 169 of Break the Ice
Her fingers brush my jaw and slide to my nape; she rolls onto her toes, stretching for my mouth. She’s tall, but I still tower over her—on tiptoes, her lips just miss mine.
“Want something?” she murmurs, tongue wetting her lip. “Are you going to take it, Hotshot?”
She offers the spoon. The kitchen is warm with lemon, vanilla, and honey—like a Finley-scent bomb. Makes me wonder if Eli loves peach fritters for the taste or because they smell like her hair after a shower.
“How about a trade?” she whispers, tracing the spoon along the seam of my mouth. “I’ll give you my peaches, you give me your kiss?”
“Not sure that’s a fair trade, Lucky.” I let her feed me, that feisty mock-glare yanking at my chest. “Mmm… your peaches are mighty fine, Finley-James.”
“Oh my Lord, you’re such a dork,” she laughs at my terrible accent as I grip her ass and lift.
Long, lithe legs cinch my waist; her perfect ass notches over my half-hard cock. It’s been like this since I woke with her in my bed, tangled in my sheets, my sweat dried on her skin… and Eli’s cologne still clinging to it.
Fuck.
“Only for you.”
A shaky breath leaves her. “Are you sweet-talking me again?”
“Bet this perky, beautiful ass I am.” I swat her and the spoon clatters to the floor as I swallow her gasp.
Her hands frame my jaw. Her tongue licks into my mouth with newfound confidence; the guttural sound she makes vibrates through my chest and burns my lungs.
Coffee. Vanilla. Peach. If I hadn’t tasted her, this would be my favorite flavor. But I have, and the more she writhes on me, the more I need her again.
Swear on my life, this girl is a drug—euphoric, addictive. She might be the death of me.
As much as I want to taste her, nothing trumps the need to bury myself inside her. Urgency shoves me toward the door before I realize I’m moving.
“Where are you going?” Her breath is ragged.
“To my place.”
Fin shakes her head. “No, you don’t have to.”
“I need to be inside you, Lucky?—”
“I need that too.”
“We need… I don’t have a condom and?—”
“I do.” Color floods her cheeks as she quickly explains, “Christina.”
“Well,thank you, Christina.” My fingers dig into her ass as I ghost my mouth over her shy smile. “You’re so damn beautiful, Fin. Evenwhen I tried not to, I thought about fucking you every way there is. I swear I’ve dreamed it. So many times.”
Deep blues flutter up to mine. “You don’t have to dream anymore,” she whispers, tugging off my shirt she’s wearing. It floats to the floor as her arms cinch my shoulders and her mouth seals to mine.
We make it halfway down the hall before Eli’s door comes into view. Guilt doesn’t bite, but my feet stick to the wood for one beat too long.
“Do you dream about him too?”
“Yes.”
She smiles, breathing a sigh of relief at the truth. “So do I.”
A tender kiss seals her words over my lips. It’s slow and steady. Filled with so much yearning that my soul aches. The deeper it becomes, urgency takes over.
We’re nails and teeth and groans. We’re eating up each other’s desperation like it’s a tonic for our own. To the soul deep longing to be more to each other… to Eli. Closer. Deeper.
