Page 31 of On Thin Ice (Calgary Mounties #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

PUT YOUR BODY THROUGH ITS PACES

Lincoln

Waking up next to this beautiful woman is fast becoming my favourite way to wake up. After all these years of avoiding sleepovers, having Adele sleeping beside me feels like a dream. A really amazing dream, and one I hope I never wake up from.

After our night of sexcapades, which saw us use up half of the box condoms I’d packed, we’d fallen asleep sometime after 3am, when she’d collapsed on top of me and declared her lady parts needed a break.

Rolling down beside me, she’d laid her head on my chest, slung her leg over my waist, and promptly passed out.

I’d lain awake a little longer, admiring her beautiful face in the light filtering through the sheer curtains.

I’d suspected that Adele would be able to match my energy in the bedroom, but the reality of it was better than I’d ever imagined.

I’d put her through her paces, and she had taken it all, while begging for more.

It had been unlike any other sexual experience of my life, and a voice in the back of my mind tells me it’s because, for the first time, there are deeper feelings involved than I’m used to.

Every moment between us has felt like a curtain is lifting before my eyes, although I’m not sure I’m ready to address the why behind it. Just wanting to spend all my time with her is scary enough.

I’m not up to delving further into what that might mean.

So far, she’s been happy to move slowly, perhaps sensing that any sudden movements might spook me. But she’s got her own issues to work through, so for now, I’m just happy to keep doing what we’re doing for as long as it feels good.

The light coming through the window wakes me earlier than I’m ready for, but once I’m awake, I can never get back to sleep.

So, I spend the time while I wait for her wake staring at her, committing every one of her features to memory.

She switched to lying on her back sometime through the night, and I’d feel like a total creep for staring so much now if I didn’t know she’d do the same if she were in my place.

Her chest rises and falls steadily, her perfect breasts on full display.

The bed covers have slipped down to her waist, but I know from last night just how good she looks beneath the one thousand thread count sheet.

If it was up to me, she’d be naked all the time.

It is borderline criminal to cover that perfect body.

Unable to resist any longer, I roll onto my side and run my finger gently down her cheek.

Her eyes flutter a little, but she doesn’t stir, so I continue further south, tracing a path down her neck to her breast, circling the nipple and watching it pebble under my touch.

She whimpers a little in her sleep, and I keep my eyes trained on her face while I slide down beside her to suck her nipple gently into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it the way I’ve worked out she likes.

Her eyelids flutter again, and I can tell she’s waking.

Keeping my mouth where it is, I let my hand continue its path down her body, slipping beneath the sheet until I find her clit.

She moans, her eyes opening slowly to meet mine.

“Good morning,” I say, lifting my head to watch her while I slide my finger inside her, my thumb working her clit .

“Good morning.” Her voice is thick with sleep, but it comes out breathless while she arches her back, gripping the sheet in her fist when she moans again.

I lower my mouth again, and her breaths start to come in short, sharp pants while she grinds down on my hand.

She arches her back, tossing her head back and forth as she moans, her hand gripping my bicep as I continue sliding my fingers in and out.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, and moments later, her entire body shudders.

Once her moans subside, I move back up to kiss her softly. “I could get used to this,” I murmur against her lips, and she huffs out a laugh.

“So could I. I don’t think I’ve ever been woken up like that before.” She grins at me, all vestiges of sleep now gone.

When I kiss her again, she takes over, flipping us so that she’s straddling my waist while she kisses my neck.

I’m impressed by her strength. And that impression only grows when she slides down my body, kisses a path down my chest and abdomen, before taking me in her mouth and showing me just how grateful she really is for that wake-up call.

It’s been a while since I was in New York for anything other than work, and I’m looking forward to showing her some of my old favourite haunts from the year I lived here at the beginning of my career.

Once we’ve showered - which led to more sex - we head out into the busy Manhattan streets to do the typical touristy things.

“So, what first, my lady?” I ask, standing beside her while she stares at her phone and chews her bottom lip.

I’m starting to think that I should have planned our little break in a place where we never had to leave the room. Because every time she bites her lip like that, all I want to do is bite it for her. Before doing other unspeakable things to her.

“Well, the guide says we should save the Empire State Building for sunset, so maybe we could do Rockefeller centre first?” She looks up from her phone, her eyes widening briefly when her gaze meets mine, and I realize my inside thoughts must be showing on my face.

I clear my throat and nod. “Sure, whatever you want to do. It’s your holiday, after all.”

She cocks her head to the side. “It’s your holiday, too, Linc.”

I shrug. “Yeah, but I planned this so I could spoil you. So, you get to pick everything we’re doing.” I step closer, lowering my head so that my lips graze her ear. “Because if I’m choosing, we’d be in that hotel room for the next three days while I put your body through its paces.”

A shiver runs through her, and when I straighten up, I notice her cheeks are a little flushed.

“What happened to the golden retriever version of Lincoln?” she asks, her breath catching.

I shrug again. “I told you; I own a golden retriever. I never said I was one. That was all you and Tara.”

She shakes her head, her eyes twinkling a little while she puts her phone back in her handbag. “Well, as interested as I am in seeing how you’d put me through my paces, I want to see some of the sights, so let’s pause the sexcapades for a few hours and go check out the Big Apple.”

I grin and take her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re on. But just so you know, I’m going to be thinking about all the ways I can bend that body of yours while we’re walking around today.”

She laughs, and there’s no denying how it feels like music to my ears .

We spend the next three days exploring the city together during the day, before retiring to our room to explore each other’s bodies at night.

We barely sleep, but it’s worth it. It turns out, Adele is just as adventurous and spontaneous in the bedroom as I am.

I never imagined finding someone who matches my energy like she does, and I can feel myself blurring the lines between fake and real relationship with each passing moment.

Which should probably scare me, but I’m too busy exhausting myself by burying myself inside her at every chance I get.