Page 52 of Bombshells
The sweet scent of her is making me insane. I lick and tease her through the lace until she’s riding my mouth and nearly sobbing. Her heels are digging into my back, and I’m practically rutting against the bed.
And the soundtrack running through my head is mine mine mine. And finally. I’ve never been so turned on, because I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want her. When I can’t take it anymore, I lift my head and look up at her. She grips the comforter with long fingers, and her exquisite chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Condom?” I pant.
She gestures with a shaky hand toward the bedside table. The packet is waiting right there on the surface, at the ready.
I feel it like a punch in the gut. That condom was waiting there, but not for me. I’m just the backup plan.
Fuck. That stings. But not enough to give up this chance.
I reach over and take the packet in hand, then slowly tear it open. Sylvie watches me with hungry eyes. She chose me as her backup plan for a reason, right? I’m the player who’s good in bed. Always up for a good time. She’s heard the talk.
I give my cock a slow stroke, putting on a show, and then roll the condom on. The truth is that I am an excellent lay. She won’t be disappointed. I’m going to make sure she remembers this for a long time.
Stretching out beside her, I prop myself up on one hand. “You’re so lovely,” I whisper as my other hand coasts down her sleek body. I pause to roll one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she gasps in surprise.
“Kiss me, darling,” I murmur. And she doesn’t need a second invitation. She pulls me in for a kiss that’s both hot and sweet.
My hand skims farther down her body, between her legs, until I finally reach beneath her panties and sample the slick evidence of her desire. She moans into my mouth, and then reaches down to free herself of that last scrap of lace.
I tug them off and fling them across the room. I might as well be flinging my heart across it, too. This girl is already under my skin. I didn’t ask to fall for her. It sure isn’t convenient. But as I slowly pleasure her, teasing her opening with one blunt finger, I know there’s no place I’d rather be.
Sylvie lets out a soul-deep moan. Her hands are everywhere now. They’re skimming across my pecs and coasting down my abs. Her tongue is in my mouth, and those sexy shoes finally hit the floorboards with matching thunks.
This is it. There’s nothing left between us except a condom and my evaporating sanity. I stroke her until she’s close to the brink, but I’m too selfish to let her go over without me. I want her staring into my eyes as she comes.
Abruptly, I roll on top of her, position myself, and slide home. Heat grips me tightly. Sylvie takes a startled breath that echoes my own shock.
So tight. So good. I’m afraid to breathe, because it might wake me from this exquisite dream. We blink at each other for a long beat, and then I spread my body over hers, because I need to feel more of her skin against mine.
Bracing myself on my forearms, we come nose to nose. Her color is high, and her breathing is rapid. I didn’t intend to slow things down, but I find that I can’t pass up lingering over this moment of our joining. She stares back at me—as if we’re both surprised that the evening brought us here.
Then Sylvie reaches up and puts both hands on my face. “Anton,” she breathes.
“Sylvie, darling,” I say with a reverence that probably gives me away.
She doesn’t say anything more. She arches her neck to kiss me, and I can’t resist. I fall into her mouth like I fall into the sweetest dreams.
Long arms wrap around me, and then I’m really doing it. I’m fucking the girl that I’m falling for, in slow, deep thrusts. Those long legs I’ve been dreaming about hug my ass.
It’s heaven. A sweaty, urgent heaven, where the angels have strong thigh muscles and moan on every stroke.
The sounds she makes are beautiful, too. I pick up the pace, just so I can hear more of those breathy moans. It kills me the way her brown eyes soften with a lusty haze.
My stamina is always on point, but this is a big moment for me. I’m approaching the edge of my control. It’s all the soul-deep eye contact. There’s nowhere to hide.
She gasps with dismay when I pull out. With movements that are eager, bordering on rude, I urge her onto her hands and knees. She drops her head on a happy moan as I fill her again, her hips in my hands.
Having put a little more space between us, I calm down and do some more of my best work. My hands are free to touch and rub and tease.
Since my mouth is also free, a string of sweet and dirty encouragements pour forth. Words like darling and gorgeous and need you and yes yes omigod yes.
I don’t know half the things I say, but I mean all of them.
My body is many things. On the ice it’s a lethal weapon. Off the ice it’s a delivery vehicle for laughter, hunger, and pleasure. But as I strain in the dark against the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, it’s also a font of panting, overwrought emotion. I’ve never given more than I am right now.
I’ve never needed so badly to be seen by anyone. But I faced her away from me, so that she wouldn’t notice.
