Page 56 of Locked In Ice

When she kissed him, her whole body shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.They didn’t need rules when it came to the physical side of their…partnership.What happened when they were alone?That was their business.Only theirs.

She caught his lower lip.Nibbled.Licked.Then let go.“Equal partnership,” Ophelia said.Then she lowered to her knees.

“Ophelia.”His hands clamped around her shoulders.Holding her.Not stopping her.

Good.She pulled down the top of his sweats.His dick thrust toward her.One of her hands curled around the base.The other guided the broad head to her mouth.Her lips parted.She blew lightly over the head.

“Fuck.”His hold tightened.

She smiled and shoved his sweats all the way down.He kicked them to the side, and she took him in her mouth.Only a little at first.Just the tip.She swirled her tongue over the head.Tasted.Savored.Then she sucked.Pulled him in a little deeper.Licked.Her left hand pumped the base of his cock as she opened her mouth wider.His taste was rich and heady, and she could not—

She was on her feet.

No, in his arms.He’d moved lightning fast and scooped her up and he was carrying her into her bedroom.One of her arms flew around his neck as she held on.Then she realized… “I don’t have condoms!”

He stopped.Held her right over the bed.His head turned to meet her wide-eyed stare.

So much lust.

His eyes blazed with it.

Ophelia swallowed.“Told you, it’s been a year.I don’t just keep boxes of condoms here.”

A jerky nod.“I have some upstairs.”

Oh, okay.Great.He could leave her there, go get them and—

And he was carrying her out of her bedroom.Up the stairs.The seventh one creaked beneath his foot.

He didn’t even strain as he carried her up the staircase, and Ophelia had to admit that Lane’s easy strength was definitely hot.His steps never faltered, and his hold didn’t waver, not even when she leaned forward and licked his neck.A growl broke from him, but he didn’t stop.

Then they were in his bedroom.The lamp on his bedside glowed.The balcony doors were thrown wide open to let in the night.In the distance, she could have sworn she heard the rumble of thunder.

A storm was coming.

He lowered her onto the bed.

Strip.She should do that.But he backed away, and she realized his dick had remained hard and at full saluting attention all the way up the stairs.Well, that act clearly deserved a reward, so she slid to the edge of the bed and put her mouth on him again.

“Ophelia.Baby, dammit, I’m trying not to come in your mouth.”

She licked him.A slow swirl over the tip.Then let go.Her gaze rose to find his and her breath caught.No more playing.

His face had turned savage with need.A branding lust that marked her as his stare roved over her body.She caught the hem of her shirt and lifted it.Tossed it aside.

He grabbed for his bag and hauled out a condom.

She ditched her shorts and underwear.

His eyesblazedas he rolled on the condom.

Thunder rumbled again.She swore she could smell ozone hanging in the air.The scent of a storm.From the corner of her eye, she saw the flash of lightning.

They should shut the balcony doors.

He came back to the bed.Condom on.Lust stamped on his face.His hand reached out and parted her thighs.His fingers slid right to her core.Over her clit.Then into her.

“You are so wet.”

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