Page 40 of Meet Your Match (Kings of the Ice)

I gasped, shaking, clinging to him as he set my orgasm on fire.

He filled me in every way — his mouth on mine, his cock buried inside me, his finger stroking the inside of my asshole with the same perfect rhythm.

The combination made me combust, and a numb fire licked at my nerve endings before spreading and consuming my entire being.

I moaned his name as I came, and with a groan, he followed. I felt him spill inside me, and it only made me come harder, made the orgasm echo like that was the key to unlocking a series of aftershocks .

It was unbridled and messy and so fucking hot .

When we finished, Vince carefully removed his finger, but kept me there in his lap, his cock softening a bit inside me. We were sweating, my forehead pressed to his as he wrapped me up in his arms.

As our breaths evened, he moved my hair from my face, holding at the back of my neck like he was afraid I’d pull away. I could hear his heart racing, felt his head shake marginally as his brows pinched together even more.

“What?” I asked.

But he just shook his head again.

We stayed like that a few minutes, holding tight to each other without a single word, and then he began moving again.

Pump . His hips flexing into me. Pump . His mouth claiming mine. Pump . His hands sliding under the fabric of the jersey before sliding it up and over my head.

He dropped it to the floor, hands exploring my newly revealed skin that had been covered the first round. He roamed every inch of my navel, my rib cage, my breasts, and back down to my hips.

And he grew harder inside me, his release mixing with mine and providing the lubrication to keep going.

Everything was more sensitive this time, our bodies already sated as we pushed them to give us more. My eyes locked on his, and Vince held me there, grabbing the back of my neck and making me watch him as he flexed deeper.

It was too much.

I wanted to close my eyes, to look away, to disconnect. Because the way he looked at me, the way he slowed his pace so much that he was just barely moving inside me, the way he held me so tight like he thought I might disappear…

It was intimate .

It was heavier, more weighted than any time he’d touched me before.

“Vince,” I warned.

He only held me tighter, and when I closed my eyes, he smacked my ass.

“Look at me.”

When I did, he shook his head, rolling his lips together as he started to fuck me faster.

“What have you done to me?”

He whispered the words so low I thought I might have misheard them, and then he was kissing me so hard it hurt.

Vince was so deep, so needy, and the power that sent rushing through me sharpened into an electric fire.

I reached between us, circling my clit, and my second orgasm shot through me so quick it didn’t seem possible.

It was more intense, my clit already sensitive, my walls swollen.

I cried out every last wave of it, and then Vince came, too, and he held me down on his lap, his cock twitching inside me, cum leaking out and down the insides of my thighs.

I’d never felt anything like that before, not in all my life.

As soon as we stopped moving, tears pricked my eyes.

I panicked, not wanting Vince to see, so I climbed off his lap and muttered something about cleaning up before I padded down the hall to his shower. My face warped when I made it to the bathroom, and I pressed a hand over where my heart squeezed under my rib cage, like that could soothe it.

It was too much.

That first time was fucking.

But that second time…

It felt a whole lot like making love .

I closed my eyes, shaking my head and swiping the tears from my cheeks before they could stain.

This was what had gotten me in trouble with James — all the times he made it feel so real, made me feel so safe and wanted.

It made it impossible not to trust him, to believe him when he said we had a future together.

And in that moment, I realized that was what had fucked me up the most.

It was one thing to hear a man spurt his lies and know they’re lies, to smile at them in amusement that they thought they could pull one over on you.

But the power is still in your hands then, and you can detach.

You can enjoy the moment knowing it will end.

You can let go before you’ve even started to hold on.

It was when they were convincing like this, when they made you second-guess if you were wrong about men. Could this one be different? Could he care?

Could he be the one?

Sucking in a shuttering breath, I dug my heels into my eyes and internally groaned in frustration.

I was being a fool.

Wiping my nose with the back of my wrist, I hastily turned the shower faucet on and climbed in, scrubbing my skin like I could eradicate my feelings from the outside in.

It wasn’t long before Vince joined me, and he wrapped me up in his arms, pulling my back to his chest as I fought not to feel anything, not to let my body and mind and heart float away in a balloon of hope.