Page 26 of Locked In Ice

Shecouldblame the riot of desire on a ton of things, but she didn’t feel like lying to herself.She wanted Lane.They were adults.Unattached.And—

And I make my own rules.She hadn’t wanted anyone this way in so long—I’ve never wanted someone quite this way—so she wasn’t going to hold back.

A life lesson she’d learned long ago.

Holding back got you nothing but regret.

Her lips had parted beneath his, and his tongue thrust into her mouth.His taste was a wicked delight that tore a moan from her.Her hands flew up over his chest—such a powerful, strong chest—to curl around his shoulders.

His hands were on her waist.Locking tightly to her.Bringing her flush against him and there was no missing the hard length of his cock as it shoved against the front of his jeans.

She rubbed against him.Ached.

Sanity would tell them to stop.Sanity would say they were going far too fast.

Good thing she was in the mood to forget some sanity that night.

With his grip on her waist, he lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her sex against the thick ridge of his cock.Ophelia rode him, rocking back and forth, and the friction amped up her desire for him even more.

She wasn’t going to last long.She knew it.Her body was too primed.Too tight and ready.Maybe she’d gone too long without a partner.Maybe that was why she was practically about to come just from kissing Lane and dry humping through their clothes.

Or maybe…it’s him.

He took her back into his room.It was dark in there.No light spilling from the bathroom like she’d had in her room.Lane moved unerringly to the bed even as his mouth trailed over her neck.

Oh, yes.Right there.A soft lick.A light bite.

Her body shuddered.

He lowered her onto the bed.She’d thought they might be fast and dirty.Stripping in a fury as they pounded together.Truth be told, she could have used some fast and dirty action.

But his hands caught the edge of her shorts as she sprawled on the side of the bed.He dragged them down her thighs and tossed them onto the floor.

“No panties?”

She thought that answer was obvious.And since he was being so accommodating as to strip her, she’d go ahead and take off her cami top for him.

Except…

Ophelia didn’t get the chance.

“Been dying to see how you taste.”He shoved her thighs apart and put his mouth on her.His tongue slid between her folds, scraped over her clit, and thrust into her.

A sharp cry broke from her when his tongue withdrew, only to immediately lash at her clit.Again and again and again—

His fingers pushed into her as he licked and she came on an orgasm so powerful that her whole body quaked and she was pretty sure those quakes shook the entire bed.She’d cried out his name.At least, Ophelia thought she had.Her body was still in bliss mode and the orgasm had her inner muscles contracting greedily around his fingers.

“Fucking beautiful.”His breath blew over her sensitive core.“I want you to come again.”

So did she.Coming again sounded great.Fabulous, genius idea.Maybe she’d do that after she caught her breath and her heart stopped racing so fast.

He shoved away from her and stripped.The jeans hit the floor.His dick surged toward her.

She should do something other than just lay there.Absolutely.She should.But her eyes were on him.She wanted her mouth to be on him, too.

“Do you always come that fast?”

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