Page 38 of Breaking the Ice (Denver Stampede #6)

Fuck, I loved how breathless she sounded. My gaze met hers as I teased and tormented her, pressing the flat of my tongue against her slit, licking at her clit and pulling that little bundle of nerves into my mouth.

Her back arched off the bed again and her thighs trembled.

One of her hands sank into her hair and the other landed in mine, holding me in place as I feasted.

“I’m going to come. Oh Gabe, yes,” she exclaimed. “Oh shit. Don’t stop. Oh yes, don’t stop.”

I held her open with my fingers and continued to feast on her, then sank one finger inside of her heat, adding a second and third to stretch her.

She pulsed around my fingers and I rocked my hips, pressing my achingly hard cock against the edge of the mattress for a bit of friction that wasn’t nearly enough to assuage my need.

“Come for me. Scream my name,” I said against her skin. Her body shook and I knew she was close.

I kept pumping my fingers in and out of her, and she froze, her body tense as she screamed out my name, exploding around me.

It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I slowed my thrusting fingers and peppered kisses against her clit until she started to push me away.

“So sensitive. You have to stop,” she whispered, her fingers falling from my hair.

Slowly kissing up her body, I climbed over her until my lips were on hers, making her taste herself on my tongue. I slanted my head, deepening the kiss, and she lifted her legs to encircle my hips.

I rocked my hard cock against her wet center, wanting to immediately sink into her heat.

“Yes please,” she moaned, and I leaned over her to grab a condom from my nightstand.

“I already grabbed one.” She held up a foil square.

I sat up and plucked it from her hands, tearing open the package and then almost dropping it as her hand wrapped around my cock and she pumped me with her fist.

“Fuck,” I rattled out when her thumb grazed over my tip. My abs seized as she moved her hand up and down my hard cock, every tight squeeze threatening to make me come in her hand.

With both regret and need, I shifted out of her hold and quickly put on the condom. Her eyes sparkled with heat as she watched my every move. It was hot as fuck and I couldn’t wait to get inside of her.

“Fuck me, Gabe,” she said, her voice husky, her cheeks pink. I loved how her blush extended down her throat and over her chest.

I leaned down and pulled one pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking on her breast. Her hands gripped my shoulders and she arched into me, rubbing against my cock.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I shifted our bodies and sank my cock into her before either of us could say another word. Our groans intermingled as I bottomed out, my body shuddering as her inner muscles clamped around my dick.

She dug her heels into my ass when I started to plunge in and out of her body. Her fingers traveled up my chest, scraping along my nipples and dragging another groan from my lips. She lifted her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I wasn’t going to last long.

I leaned over her and brushed my lips against hers, tangling my tongue with hers and swallowing her moan as we moved in perfect rhythm. Her breasts scraped against my chest and my stomach tightened.

Her fingers sank into my hair, anchoring me to her, and every time she scratched my scalp, it was like a straight line of pleasure right to my dick.

“Fucking hell,” I gritted out, breaking the kiss.

She had to come first.

I skated my hand down the length of our bodies, my thumb finding her clit, and she gasped, my name falling from her lips as soon as I applied pressure to that bundle of nerves.

“I’m so close,” she moaned. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Come for me. Fuck. You’re gripping me so fucking good.”

Her body writhed underneath me, her pupils blown. I trailed my thumb over her mouth and she met my gaze.

Incoherent sounds fell from her lips, then she cried out my name and came, her orgasm squeezing my cock, so I had no other choice but to follow her over the edge with a groan.

She trailed her hand up my side, her fingers trembling, and I stared into her blissed-out face. A small smile played at her lips and I leaned down, brushing my mouth against hers.

Fuck, I was in love with this woman. The realization hit me like a brick to the face. I wasn’t surprised, but it’d happened so fast, and even in my post-orgasmic haze, I knew now was not the time to blurt out my feelings.

“Holy crap, I think I passed out,” she murmured, drawing my thoughts out of my head and back to her.

I smirked. “Orgasms will do that to you.” Keeping it light and fun was the safer way to go.

“And you are very good at orgasms,” she said, a dreamy expression on her face.

“Why, thank you very much.” Then I saluted her, one hand to my head.

Laughter shook her body.

“Adorkable, I know,” I said. Fucking hell, I had actually saluted her.

“So adorkable.” She brushed her lips across mine, and I eagerly returned the languid kisses before slipping from her body to settle next to her, squirming when she skated her hand down my side again.

“What?”

“Ticklish.” I arched my side away from her when she did it again. “Stop it.” Did I sound stern? Probably not.

She grinned. “I don’t think I will.”

I would never tire of bringing out this playful side in her. It was probably presumptuous of me to assume, but I bet she needed it, some levity when her job and her ex and even some of her family were stressing her out.

I let her get in a few more tickles and then, when she least expected it, I rolled over, scooped her up into my arms bridal-style, and headed for the bathroom.

“Gabe, put me down,” she gasped, then squeaked when I set her on the cool tile next to the sink. “Shit. That’s cold.”

“You asked to be put down and I always listen. I’m a great listener.” Then I crowded into her, my face an inch from hers, and dropped my voice. “Unlike some people.”

“It was harmless tickling.” Her tone was breathless, and her eyes were no longer drowsy.

I reached down and pinched one nipple, loving her moan. Then I leaned down and pulled that pebbled tip into my mouth, scraping my teeth over her sensitive nipple. Her fingers buried into my hair.

I released her breast and kissed up her throat, then held her gaze, my lips a breath apart from hers. “How about we hop in the shower and get cleaned up so we can get dirty all over again?”

All she could do was nod.

I may have been adorkable, but I’d shown her more than once that I was capable of so much more.