Page 76 of Ice Me Out

She giggles nervously. “With you there?”

I kiss a hot line over her collarbone. “It could be really fun. You could get to experience how it feels to be with both of us, like you were thinking about at the dinner table.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, as her teeth scrape over her bottom lip. “Would you really be ok with that?”

I’m not going to lie to her and I admit what I was thinking earlier. “As long as you don’t decide that you like kissing Connor better than you like kissing me.”

Bex’s voice softens. “Never. You both made my pulse race in different ways.”

“Then it’s settled.” I decide. “Leave this with me. We’ll confirm that your mystery kiss is Connor.”

My hands find her perfect tits again. The way she moans into my kiss is enough to make me so hard that it hurts.

She might have liked kissing Connor, but she’s my girlfriend. Fake or real is just semantics. And if we have to sell this relationship to the entire school, no girlfriend of mine would walk out of the bathroom with me without coming first.

I toy with her pretty nipples, drawing more soft gasps and moans from her. Her skin feels like spun silk under my mouth and I drift down her ribcage, and down her stomach.

Bex inhales a sharp breath when I reach the waistband of her leggings and sink down on my knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” her eyes are wide with the same lust that’s coursing through every inch of my body.

“You look tense, baby,” I smile. “And I would be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t help you relieve some of that stress.”

Chapter18

Stress Relief

Bex

Jamie’s lips run along the waistband of my leggings, leaving a trail of light, open-mouthed kisses.

My mind is completely blank as I keep my eyes locked with his. The blue of his irises is dark and little silver flecks light up when his fingers grab the elastic band and start lowering it down my hips.

“Jamie.” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. My voice sounds frayed but breathy, so I could be begging him to do whatever he’s about to do or to stop. I’m not sure which.

He pulls my panties down with the leggings and I help him by kicking my shoes off. Once he throws my clothes behind his back, I’m suddenly exposed to him.

“Baby,” his breath fans on my naked skin, causing a wave of sensation that spreads everywhere like wildfire. “You’re so pretty.”

I mentally thank Aisha for insisting I get a full Brazilian wax when she went with me to the beauty salon the day before my almost-wedding.

When Kurt removed my clothes, I felt embarrassed by my nudity. Everything that happened that night felt wrong.

The way Jamie is looking at me is different.

I brace myself for the same feeling of shame, but it doesn’t come.

The heat that rises to my face is pure excitement as my heart picks up its pace in sync with the pulse between my legs.

“Jamie.” I repeat when his mouth travels from the inside of my thighs all the way up my slit.

He stops, his mouth hovering over me, his eyes full of concern. “If you want me to stop, just say it, baby. Nothing happens unless you want it to.”

He isn’t pushy like Kurt was, and I believe him. I’ve thought about that night every time I was alone in Luke’s bed since I got here. The only reason why I let my ex-fiancé have me was that I thought I had no other choice. It wasn’t just because we were going to be married the day after. Deep down, I knew that my consent didn’t really matter. Kurt would have taken what he wanted either way.

This is different. I know that it would take one single word to get Jamie to stop. The truth is that I don’t want him to.

“I know.” I whisper.