Page 23 of On Thin Ice (Calgary Mounties #1)
Chapter Twenty-Two
PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS NOW
Lincoln
I’ve never been great at sharing a bed. Most of my sexual encounters have been more of the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ type of thing, rather than spooning after sex.
So, falling asleep with Adele wrapped around me should have felt, in the very least, a little weird.
Instead, I’ve just had the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
When my alarm goes off, I groan and smack my hand around on the bedside table, looking for my phone to stop the incessant buzzing.
Adele rolls over with a whimper and burrows her head into her pillow. Half asleep, I turn to pull her back towards me, spooning my body around hers.
“What time is it?” she mumbles.
“Seven,” I murmur into her hair, my voice thick from sleep.
“Why is your alarm going off at seven on a Sunday morning?” she whines.
I grin as I kiss her shoulder. “Because I have morning skate in two hours, and I wanted to make you all breakfast beforehand.”
“Ugh, fine. That’s acceptable, I guess. ”
I tighten my arm around her, and she gives a little sigh, wriggling her butt. I feel myself harden from the friction, and she giggles.
“That’s just mean, woman,” I say, brushing my lips against her ear.
She shivers. “Sorry.” She doesn’t sound even remotely sorry.
Her giggling ceases when I run my fingers across the bare skin of her abdomen above her sleep shorts, and she sucks in a breath, going still.
Wondering how far she’ll let me go, I continue the lazy strokes back and forth, and she sighs, pushing herself further back into my chest.
Dipping my fingers beneath the elastic of the shorts, I trace circles around her lower abdomen, discovering that she apparently sleeps without panties on.
Her breathing stutters, and I trail kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, stopping when I reach her ear.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmur in her ear. She shakes her head. “I need actual words here, Addie.”
She’s quiet for a moment, drawing in another shaky breath when I continue to circle lower. “Please don’t stop,” she whispers.
Pressing my lips to her neck, I slide my hand between her legs, and a small moan escapes her lips when I find her clit, circling it lightly with my finger, slowly increasing the pressure until her breaths become shallower.
I trail my finger lower, discovering just how wet she is when I slide my finger inside and stroke her inner walls, inserting a second when I find her g-spot.
As I slowly start to thrust my fingers in and out, a whimper escapes her lips while my thumb continues to work her clit.
“Are you going to come for me, Addie?” I whisper in her ear when the whimpers turn to moans.
“Yes,” she replies, her voice breathless .
I quickly slide my hand down to lift her leg, raising it back over mine so that when I return my hand, I can thrust my fingers deeper.
“Oh, god,” she moans, burying her face into the pillow.
I keep going, and it’s only a few more thrusts before she shudders in my arms, her cries muffled by the pillow as she comes. I feel her pulse around them, and I kiss her neck again, slowing my hand down.
Once her breathing even out again, I move my hand back up, splaying my fingers across her abdomen.
“That was beautiful,” I mumble against her skin, and she turns her head to bring her lips to mine, kissing me hungrily.
I return the kiss, matching her energy when she turns her body to face me, moving her leg between mine when I wrap both arms around her.
She slides her hand over my abs, moving lower until she finds my erection straining against my boxers and grips me over the thin material. It’s my turn to draw a sharp breath when she slides her hand beneath the waistband to pump her hand back and forth, and I harden even further.
“Fuck, Addie,” I groan, and I feel her lips lift into a smile while they remain pressed against mine.
She increases the pace without breaking the kiss, and a moan slips out of my mouth. “I’m so close.”
A few more strokes, and I explode in her hand, my moans muffled against her lips.
I rest my forehead against hers with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.
“Pretty good way to start the morning,” she says, and I open my eyes to see her smiling at me.
“Definitely. Glad you vetoed the pillow fort.”
She laughs, before sliding out of bed and heading for the bathroom. She returns a moment later, and after I head in to clean myself up, I lay back down beside her, pulling her back into my arms.
“Did you sleep okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah. Your bed is super comfy.”
I smile and kiss her gently, loving the way she melts into my arms.
Milo chooses this moment to jump on the bed and tries to burrow his way between us.
“Come on, buddy, there’s no need to be jealous,” I say, rubbing behind his ear when he lays his head on my hips with a sulky look on his face.
Adele reaches over to pat him, and he huffs out a sigh, wiggling his butt. “I don’t think he likes seeing us kiss,” she says.
“Well, that’s too damn bad, because I have every intention of kissing you every chance I get.” I back this statement up by kissing her again, and she laughs, keeping her lips pressed against mine.
“Very smooth, O’Malley.”
I pull back to grin at her. “Thanks, I try my best.” The sound of cupboards slamming out in the kitchen floats through the door, and I sigh. “I should go out there and start cooking before Mom tries to do it. I like to cook for her when she’s here, because she never gets a break from it at home.”
“Dad not much of a cook?”
“Ah, no. He doesn’t really do much at all, actually.”
My relationship with my father has long been strained, having watched him barely lift a finger around the house my entire life while Mom worked herself to the bone. We haven’t seen each other for several years now, and I’m fine keeping it that way.
I throw the covers back and swing my legs out to get out of the bed. Adele lays back to watch me as I walk into the walk-in-robe in search of a shirt and sweatpants. She pouts when I pull the shirt over my head.
“Damn. Did you have to put those away?”
I laugh, moving back to the bed to bend down and kiss her. “Yes. I can’t have you ravishing me in front of my mother and sister.”
She gives a dramatic. “Fine.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What happened to ‘I’m going to make you work for this’?”
She smirks. “That was before you gave me an orgasm using just your fingers. No one else has been able to do that before, so I’m pretty much putty in your hands now, O’Malley.”
Straightening, I laugh as I shake my head. “If only I’d known that last night.”
She pokes her tongue out at me as she gets out of bed, grabbing her sweater and throwing it over her pyjamas. “Come on. All that moaning made me hungry.”
She opens the door and walks out, leaving me gaping after her. I have no idea how I’m going to survive this woman, but I’m looking forward to finding out.
I follow her out into the kitchen, flicking on the coffee machine to get it warmed up. She moves to the electric kettle I bought the other day, filling it with water.
“There’s earl grey tea bags in the cupboard above your head, along with with the caramel syrup,” I tell her, turning back to the coffee machine to fill it with coffee grounds.
When she doesn’t reply and I don’t hear cupboards opening, I turn back to find her looking at me with raised eyebrows.
“You bought the ingredients for a London Fog?”
I shrug. “Yeah. I know you prefer that to coffee.”
An expression I can’t quite read flits across her face before she turns back to the kettle with a small smile.
Spying my sister standing at in the open door of the spare bedroom, I note the grin on her face, and I know she caught the exchange, reading more into than she should.
If I’m not careful, this whole fake dating thing is going to become scarily real…