Page 31 of Breaking the Ice (Denver Stampede #6)

DANI

H oly shit, my entire body was on fire.

The dirty talk coming out of his mouth was unexpected and fucking amazing. Fuck. He was going to wreck me, and I was one hundred percent on board. I felt like I was outside of my body as he played me to perfection.

His hips thrust up into me again, my inner muscles clamped down on his cock, and I gripped his shoulders, just holding on. His thumb grazed my clit and my stomach tightened.

“Oh fuck, yes. So close. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled out, and shudders moved through every inch of me. That delicious growl was next level. His blue eyes gleamed with a desire that definitely matched mine. The intensity looking back at me was breathtaking, and I chased my orgasm, so close to the edge.

Something coiled deep inside of me and when he thrust his hips up again and pressed tight circles on my clit, I gave over to the sensation coursing through my body, crying out his name as I came.

“Fucking glorious,” I think he said, but I was out of my head, more blissed out than I’d ever been in my life. He didn’t let up until my orgasm subsided. I dropped my head, sucking in air, and he rolled his hips beneath me, his cock still fully seated inside of me.

His hand snaked up my body and I shivered, incredibly sensitive to his touch. He cupped my jaw and I looked up, meeting his gaze.

Then he was drawing me down, lightly brushing his lips across mine, swallowing the soft gasp that fell from my lips.

“I would do this with you all day, every day, if you let me.” His voice was husky and I felt it all over me.

“But you haven’t even come yet,” I murmured.

“We’ll get to that.” He grinned. “Nice guys finish last, remember?”

Fucking hell, this man was adorable.

“You didn’t seem so nice when you were all growly and telling me to come.”

“Did you like that?” His hand slid under my hair, gripping my nape. His hold was both powerful and comforting, and I still ached for him.

I smiled. “Yes.”

“Good. Now, may I continue?” he asked.

I chuckled. “So polite. Proceed,” I teased.

He groaned. “I’ll show you polite.”

Before I could utter another word, he slipped out of me and spun me around, holding me around the waist until I was on my elbows and knees, my ass in the air.

“Gabe,” I gasped, twisting my head around to catch a glimpse of him just before I felt his tongue lick my clit and up my slit. “Holy shit.”

“So good.” His words vibrated against my center and my stomach started to clench.

Then his hands gripped my hips and he plunged back into my body, the delicious stretch rocking me to my core.

He thrust in and out of me, and all I could do was curl my fingers into the sheets underneath me.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out.

Inaudible sounds fell from my lips as he continued fucking me.

One of his hands left my hip, his thumb finding my clit again, and I swore I saw stars.

My body was still recovering from my last orgasm—well, two orgasms—but there was no way in hell I was going to tell him to stop. It felt so fucking good.

He leaned over my body, his mouth close to my ear.

“Can you come again, Dani?”

I think I whimpered.

His chuckle was almost dark and definitely sent sparks through my body.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he rasped, then he nipped my earlobe before teasing the spot with his tongue.

I full-on shivered when he applied more pressure to my clit, dragging his fingers through my wet center while he continued moving in and out of my body.

Tension curled inside of me and it wasn’t long before he was sending me over the cliff into oblivion again. But this time, he came with me. He growled out my name and it echoed in every part of me.

My arms gave out and I would’ve face-planted on the bed if he hadn’t still been holding me.

He lowered me, my cheek hitting the cool sheets beneath us, and I let out a rattled breath, trying to make sense of every sensation he’d mastered in my body.

He’d consumed me in the best way and I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover.

I bit back a laugh at how ridiculous I sounded, but three orgasms apparently did that to a woman. Fucking hell.

He slipped out of my body, and I instantly missed him.

“Don’t move,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade as he rose from the bed.

“Like I could,” I breathed out.

He chuckled softly and I turned to watch him remove the condom and tie it off before he walked toward the bathroom.

His ass should have been illegal. It was glorious and bitable and I was falling straight into delirium at this rate.

After hearing the toilet flush, I didn’t want to move, but I got out of bed so I could clean myself up. My legs were like a newborn giraffe’s or something as I walked toward the door.

“You okay?” he asked, meeting me just inside his room. I wasn’t even annoyed at his smirk. Yes, he’d truly scrambled my brains. Again.

“Shut up,” I muttered, trying not to stare at all his hot, naked skin. But I couldn’t resist, scanning down the length of his body. He was a work of art and I definitely needed to spend more time exploring every inch of him, including his cock. Whoa, was he getting hard again already?

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to drag you right back to that bed. Or maybe into the shower. There’s a bench in there that I’d love to worship you from.”

My head jerked up, my eyes meeting his. “Holy shit, Gabe.”

He grinned. “Is that a yes to the shower?”

“You’re insatiable.”

His grinned widened. “You’re gorgeous and amazing, and I have great stamina.”

I swatted his chest. “Go away.”

“The offer will always stand. Just let me know,” he said, trailing his hand down my side.

Fucking hell, I was sensitive.

I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, leaning against it and taking in a harsh breath. What the hell had just happened and how did a man that looked, and acted, so nice have such a dirty mouth?

I shivered. That mouth had turned out to be a bonus in so many different ways, and I was all for reaping every benefit I could.

I quickly peed and cleaned myself up, then stared at myself in the mirror. I looked very well mussed; my hair in shambles, my lips all puffy, and the slight tinge of pink to my cheeks had me grinning. What was the expression? Punch-drunk on love? Well at least, on sex.

“Hungry?” he asked from the bed.

I couldn’t help but lick my lips, staring at his naked chest on display as he sat against the headboard, the sheet pooling in his lap.

He chuckled. “I didn’t mean for that. Not that I’d ever turn that down.” His eyes glittered with heat and humor. “I meant real food. I can make breakfast.”

“What do you eat for breakfast?” I asked, my gaze darting around the room. Where was my underwear? I spotted it on the edge of his dresser and snatched them up. How the hell had they landed there?

“Aside from you?” His question caught me off guard, as did the gritty tone of his voice. My eyes met his and I didn’t want to put anything back on or leave this room for the foreseeable future.

“Come here,” he said, holding back the sheet.

Fucking hell, he was naked. I couldn’t stop my giggle at how ridiculous my thoughts were. Of course he was naked.

“Should we talk about how you should not laugh when I’m naked? You’ll give me a complex.”

My feet moved toward him without my brain realizing it and in seconds, he was snagging my hand and pulling me against his warm and very hard body. My thigh grazed his cock and my body clenched.

“So, breakfast?” I asked, my voice raspy. And then I gasped as he nibbled along my jaw and bit down gently on my earlobe. I scissored my legs, unable to stop myself.

“In a minute,” he murmured against my skin. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

An alarm went off.

“What is that?” he asked.

Shit. It was my phone.

Then Pucks started barking and Gabe groaned against my shoulder. “So much for snuggling,” he muttered.

“Is your dog whining?” It was faint, but that’s what it sounded like.

“Yes. Probably. He’s not a fan of alarms. Usually because he knows it means I’m getting up and out of bed, which is where he normally sleeps, and Pucks loves his sleep.”

“Oh no, did I take his spot? I mean, I get it. You’re nice to snuggle against. For the most part.”

“Hey,” he exclaimed, lifting his head to stare at me. “I’m a great snuggler. Nice strong arms, warm chest. I’m ideal.”

I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Valid points, but it’s hard to get comfy when I’m being poked in the side with your dick.”

I snorted, shocked that I’d actually said those words to him.

He barked out a laugh. “I do apologize for poking you. Scratch that, I absolutely do not apologize. Maybe we should find a way to settle him down.”

“Your dick or the dog?” And then I was full-out laughing. Chuckling harder than I ever had before when I’d been naked in a man’s bed. It felt almost freeing, even as tears pricked my eyes. I was afraid I’d lost my mind.

I swiped at my face.

“I’m hoping those are happy tears.” He shifted us so that we were side by side and facing each other, and then he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and held my gaze.

“Yes. They are. I’m not sure what you’ve done to me, Gabe. I think you’ve fucked me delirious.”

“You’re welcome. Fucking hell, you’re so damn stunning right now. And if I have to make you out of your mind so you’ll smile at me like this, just be prepared.”

I trailed a hand up his chest to cup his jaw, and he turned his face to kiss my palm. He was so tactile. I’d never really been a fan of constant touching with the men I’d dated, but he was different.

Shit. I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t think of him that way. Yes, we were having fun, but that’s all I could handle right now. It would do me no good to think of this going anywhere else.

“What’s that face?” he asked, running his thumb across my brow.

“What?” I shook my head. “Nothing, just annoyed that I have to get out of this bed.”

“I’ll get your phone.”