Page 58 of Love on the Ice

I cup his cheeks, my gaze unable to slide away from his. “I love you, too, Reid. It consumes me.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. He’s told me how he feels, and he now knows how I feel. I hope I made the right decision by telling him. I want to believe everything he’s said. Every single word.

When his mouth touches mine, and he begins to move inside of me, I decide I’m no longer going to hope. I’m going to just believe. He has said those three words to me, confessed his love, and is inside of me and trusting me, begging me to trust him as well. I’m going to do just that.

I’m going to go with my heart and feel.

His mouth leaves mine, his hips moving faster and harder with each thrust as his lips shift to my ear. I feel his teeth nip and tug on my lobe as he grinds his pelvis against my clit on the downstroke.

Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I moan, trying not to be so loud that anyone in the house can hear me. I can feel his panting breaths hot against my ear, and I feel so damn sexy that I can make him feel that way—breathe that way.

Reid’s knees sink into the mattress, his hands reaching down behind my knees, and he untangles my legs from around his waist. Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around his forearms, my nails digging into his flesh as I do.

He spreads my legs wide until my knees and upper thighs touch the mattress. He’s still deep inside of me, but I feel like I’m being stretched in two different directions, and I love it. It doesn’t hurt. I don’t know if I can describe how it feels, but I like it. I can’t wait for him to move inside of me.

I watch as he tips his chin, his eyes finding our connection and focusing on it. “Touch yourself for me, Lore. I want to watch as I move in and out of your sweet body.”

Moaning, I do as he says, and quickly. I want to please him, but I’m also teetering on the edge and want nothing more than to topple over. My fingers move between my legs. His eyes focus on them, and mine focuses on him. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat, from forehead to neck to chest, and it’s beautiful.

His teeth sink into the corner of his bottom lip, his brows snap together, and I know he’s close. I am, too. Forcing my eyes to stay open and focused on him, I continue to touch myself, my fingers moving harder and faster in quick circles as I watch him.

He’s thrusting hard and fast, his rhythm lost a while ago, and I know he’s close. I open my mouth, but not a single sound escapes as I come. It’s delicious and beautiful all at the same time. Then something shifts, and I don’t even have a moment to process it because Reid comes.

When he does, his groan fills my room. He lifts his head, his eyes find mine, and I don’t know what his expression is, but it looks almost like shock. His eyes are wide, his brows lifted, and I think he’s going to say something, but instead, he releases my legs and slumps over, burying his face in my neck.

His hips don’t stop moving. They continue, though not as hard, his pace slowing down as he moves leisurely inside of me. I can feel him twitching, filling me with his release, and I don’t know why, but this moment makes me feel so incredibly powerful.

When he stops moving, he doesn’t lift his head. I can feel his heavy breath against my neck, his lips touching my throat. He stays buried inside of me. Slowly, he lifts his head, and his eyes find mine.

“I meant it when I said I loved you, Lorelai.” His voice is raspy, gravelly. His gaze searches mine, and I can tell that he seems a bit uneasy. Then I realize he wants me to confirm that I mean it, too. That I didn’t just say it in the heat of passion.

“I love you, too, Reid.” Admitting it is scary, terrifying really, but I’ve felt it for a while, maybe since the moment I saw him across the street moving in.

He shifts forward to touch his lips to mine and sweeps his tongue through my mouth, kissing me long, hard, and wet.

I’m not sure how long we kiss, but it’s long enough that he begins to move inside of me again. He nibbles on my bottom lip as I let out a whimper. I’m sensitive and sore, but I can’t deny that as he moves, I want him again.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I never thought it could be this way.”

I wrap my hands around his back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I lift my hips to meet his.

“Me neither,” I confess breathlessly.

“I could live inside of you, baby.”

“Please,” I exhale.

He chuckles then touches his mouth to mine. He continues to lazily move inside of me. It feels nothing short of just plain lush. He doesn’t stop until we both come again.

It’s slow, it’s all-consuming, and my entire body feels it, even down to my curling toes. I’ve never felt this way, and if he could live inside of me, I would be the happiest person on earth because it’s just that good.

REID

“You know, I meant it when I said that she was just a girl I knew in high school. We never dated. We were just friends then, as we are now.”

I feel the need to explain myself again. She doesn’t just need to know. She deserves to know exactly what that reel was and what it wasn’t. Lorelai is pressed against my side, her knee hooked over my thigh. She slowly lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest as her eyes find mine.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” she says, her voice soft and her tone hesitant.

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