Page 41 of The Best Worst Mistake (Off-Limits #2)
Abby
When Dax gets to me, he pulls my knees until I’m sitting at the very edge of the counter, then he steps between my legs, pressing the length of him up against me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing myself as close to him as I can. He kisses me, and everything in my body springs to life, blood rushing to the smallest parts of my body, everything arching up toward him.
He takes one of my nipples in his mouth again, but starts fishing around my water glass with one hand.
I pull back to see what he’s doing.
He’s grinning mischievously, an ice cube in hand.
“Up for a little fun?” he says, holding it up.
I narrow my eyes at him, curious where he thinks that ice cube is going to go.
“Trust me,” he says, lodging the ice between his front teeth.
Too curious not to, I nod, trusting him. Knowing I’ve always trusted him.
His mouth finds my neck and he starts running the ice cube down my skin, past my collar bones, to the flat stretch above my chest. The sensation of his hot lips wrapped around the ice burns deliciously with raised goosebumps left behind on every inch of skin he passes.
Drops of ice water roll down my chest, making their way past my navel, cascading between my legs. It feels amazing.
He passes the ice over one nipple and I shudder, pressing my hands behind me so I can arch my back and push myself into him more. He brings his hands to my sides, hot and warming from within.
He takes the ice from his mouth.
“You like that?” he asks, holding the ice in his hand.
I inhale sharply, about to say yes, when he takes the cube and drags it slowly down my thighs with his fingers, kissing me on the mouth.
His lips are cold and hot at the same time.
I gasp, feeling the droplets trickle down my open thighs, off the counter, and down to my toes.
He spreads my knees wider, then steps in between them, so he can drag the ice slowly up my leg, watching my lips and eyes closely as he does.
A breath catches in my throat when he reaches the apex of my thighs. He drags the ice slowly until it crosses the tip of my clit, and I inhale sharply. Barely a flutter across the top, before he’s dragging it back down the other leg.
“You do like that,” he says, appreciatively, kissing me as he does it again.
This time, he lingers longer in the middle between my legs, running his fingers against my clit with the ice until I’m gasping away from his kiss.
The mixture of ice cold, warmed immediately by his hand once he circles again, feels incredible.
A new sensation I’ve not yet experienced, and I love it.
“That feels unreal,” I groan into his mouth as he circles the ice once more.
“There’s a better way to do this,” he says, drawing the ice back up to his teeth.
He runs it down the front of me, dipping into my navel, but moving past that, back to the sensitive zone between my legs.
I close my eyes and dip my head back, breathing deeply while I wait for him to make contact with—
That .
Right there.
I exhale and shudder.
Wrapped around the ice, his lips create a pocket of warmth around the cold as he traces my skin, melted water dripping between each fold.
The feeling is erotic, bringing every sensitivity to life.
Then he finally drops the ice to the floor, kicking it to the side, before wrapping his lips around me, pushing his tongue inside.
The heat of his mouth while my skin is so sensitive nearly sends me over the edge, lapping deeply at the peaks and valleys of my most intimate spaces. Then he presses his tongue harder, bringing a rush of blood pumping, muscles contracting against him.
“Dax!” I moan, arching my back more, pushing him deeper inside.
My breath becomes shorter, as I nearly come to the edge, losing control.
I hear the rip of a condom wrapper, then Dax puts it on, and pulls me off the counter, right over the top of him. He slides into me, and after all that heat and ice, the sensation of his throbbing depth inside me pushes me straight over.
“I’m coming already,” I moan into his ear, as he thrusts into me, the counter bracing my body against him now. I wrap myself around him, biting his neck, his shoulder. “Dax!” I moan.
“I’m not going to last either,” he says. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you here in L.A.”
He pushes harder, faster into me, then bites down on my shoulder, and I unravel. Earth-bending waves of pleasure course through my body, radiating out my fingers and toes, like red-hot lightning bolts shooting down every limb.
I kiss him desperately, tasting myself on his lips, then pushing my cheek into the crook of his neck, breathing all of him in, loving everything about this moment. Each time he thrusts, it sends another wave of pleasure through me.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “Never fucking stop.”
His body shudders in mine as he begins to swell. He groans against my neck, a shock of pleasure coursing down my spine. I hold him tighter, until his body pulses too.
“Don’t let go,” I whisper into his ear, wrapping myself tighter around him. Wishing I could just live my life out like this, Dax and I dissolving into one.
He lifts me from the counter and carries me across the room.
A moment later, he lays me gently across his bed, then climbs over me.
He pulls a heavy comforter up over our shoulders, and presses his body into mine, the feeling of him deliciously warm and cozy.
The glow of the moon through the window near the bed illuminates his face, hovering near mine.
He pushes my hair back from my cheeks, drawing my eyes up to meet his.
One arm draped behind my head so we’re just two shadows cast beneath the blanket of a full moon.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers through the moonlight.
“I want to wake up next to you, Abs. I want you to sit beside me in one of those empty rocking chairs on the porch when the sun comes up tomorrow. And I want to bring you coffee in this bed, my bed, without having you second-guess any of this.”
I smile at him, surprising myself by feeling okay with what he’s proposing. Dare I say . . . feeling unafraid.
“That sounds awfully early,” I tease. “Does it have to be the sunrise?”
He smiles, and nearly kisses me again, but stops just before he gets there.
“I will take nothing less than a sunrise, and at least one cup of coffee before you go back home.”
“Make it two,” I tell him, brushing my smile across his parted lips. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Harper, but I think you might have won this round.”
“Two then,” he says, kissing the corner of my lips. “And a sunrise.”
“Deal,” I say, sealing it with a kiss.