Page 32 of Ice-Cold Obsession
SCARLETT
GABRIEL CAN’T TAKEhis eyes off me, and his hands grip my waist like he’s barely holding on. Excellent. Once we get to his dorm, I can look around and find something about Carla.
But the second we’re through the door, he’s on me. His mouth crashes against mine, and I kiss him back hard before shoving him onto the bed.
His eyebrows lift, and I grin.
I head to his closet and open it, spotting a few ties hanging on a hook. I grab them and turn back to him. His eyes are locked on me.
“Take off your shirt,” I say.
He pulls it over his head without hesitation, and I climb onto the bed. I take his wrists and tie them to the headboard, then grab another tie and wrap it over his eyes.
“Scarlett—”
“Patience.”
I run my hands down his chest, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. His breathing quickens, and I take my time, exploring every inch of him. Desire shoots through me, and I press my lips to his chest, then trail my tongue down his stomach.
Fuck. I’m getting distracted again, aren’t I?
I slip off the bed and start looking around. There’s nothing interesting on his desk. I flip through his textbooks and notebooks quickly, but there’s nothing about Carla. Nothing personal at all.
I check his drawers and find just clothes, some hockey equipment, and nothing useful. I move to the closet and rifle through it as quietly as I can. Still nothing.
“Scarlett?” Gabriel says.
“I’m here.”
I strip off my panties and climb back onto the bed, straddling his face. His hands flex against the restraints, and when I lower myself, he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue slides inside me and goes straight to my clit.
And fuck, he’s good at this. Better than I expected. My breath catches, and I grip the headboard as his tongue flicks over my sensitive flesh. I bite my lip to keep myself from making too much noise, but it’s hard when he’s doing exactly what I need.
Oh hell. I grind my hips against his mouth and nose, chasing my release. He gasps for breath as I clench my thighs around his head, but he doesn’t stop or slow down. His tongue keeps twisting and twirling until I can’t take it anymore.
As I come, I have to brace myself against the headboard. I tip my head back, a cry tearing its way out of my throat, and for a second, I forget what I’m doing here as my whole body throbs with pleasure.
I glance around the room as I push myself up and let Gabriel breathe again. Have I missed anything? A box under the bed? A hidden drawer?
I peek under the bed, but there’s nothing. It’s not a surprise. There’s no reason for Gabriel to keep any evidence just lying around. It would be stupid.
I grab a condom from his nightstand drawer before shifting so I can straddle him properly. His cock is already rock hard, and he groans as I stroke him before guiding him toward my entrance. I don’t know why, but I want to take him inside me and just take a break from the whole world.
As I slowly lower myself down on him, I reach up and pull off the makeshift blindfold because I want to see his eyes.
When his gaze meets mine, completely filled with hunger and desire, my breath catches. I start rocking my hips, slowly at first, letting myself get adjusted to him. Our moans fill the air as I ride him faster and quicker, taking him all in, as deep as I can.
Why the fuck does this feel so good? It totally shouldn’t, but as he watches me, his arms straining, I can’t think about anything else. I slam myself down on his harder, and when my release hits me, I cry out. Gabriel’s loud moan follows a moment later, and my body pulsates with so much pleasure that I haven’t thought possible.
Of course sex would feel the best with the guy I’m not supposed to have. Universe is funny like that.
I collapse against Gabriel’s chest, breathing hard, then reach up and untie his hands. He sits up, rubbing his wrists, and gets to his feet without saying anything.
When he passes me by, I can’t resist. I smack his ass.
He glances back at me and smiles. It’s a real smile, and not the cocky smirk I’m used to.
Fuck. He’s so damn pretty.