Page 27 of Fate on the Ice

We’re both naked. He’s moving inside of me, and the way he’s looking at me is otherworldly. I’ve never experienced it before in my life. I want more of it. So much more. I’m enthralled by him.

He reaches down, wraps his fingers around the backs of my knees, and lifts them, shifting them upward as he places my thighs against the mattress. Lifting my hands between us, I cup his clean-shaven cheeks.

“I want more of you, Grace. Every single day, I want this.”

Goose bumps break out over my skin. I can feel my breasts swaying with each roll of his hips. His pelvis grinds against my clit with each downstroke, and as I climb close to the edge again, ready to tumble over, I wonder if this is real life.

Can I really come twice in one evening?

I would have said no yesterday, but right now, I think I can. I think it’s possible. I am moving to the edge, tipping over, falling headfirst into the ravine of pleasure. He takes me there.

One of his hands glides up my hip, my thigh, and my waist, then curves around the back of my neck. He lowers his head, and his mouth touches mine in a soft kiss, and then I come. It’s hard and fast, and then he shifts his face away, breaking the kiss before he buries his face in the side of my throat and stills inside of me.

There is a moment of silence where we both attempt to catch our breaths, but it’s Otto who lifts his head first. His gaze finds mine, his eyes moving and searching my own. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t say anything.

The longer the silence ensues, the more I wonder what is wrong. Is it me? It must be me. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I wish I could push him off me. I wish a lot of things right about now. But the biggest wish I have is that I could disappear.

Vanish into thin air.

But I don’t, and then I finally hear his voice. “I want more of you every day until I stop breathing. I want this with you. Tonight and forever.”

Chapter

Thirteen

GRACE

Otto wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I’m completely exhausted. I’ve never cuddled with a man before, not like this, but I can’t imagine being anywhere else, either.

I belong in his arms.

They were made for me. They were curved and carved and created just for me.

It’s the absolute last place I should be. In fact, I should have broken it off with him days ago. I didn’t, and now I’m afraid I’m in a relationship with a man who cuddles, and there is no way around it.

And I don’t want the cuddling to stop, either.

So, there’s that.

Tipping my head back, I look up at him. He tilts his chin down and his eyes find mine. Resting my chin against his chest, I watch him for a moment in silence. He slides his hand up my back, tangling his fingers in my hair before he tugs my head back slightly.

His eyes focus on mine, and I’m not sure what I expect him to say, but it’s not what he actually does.

“I like you a lot, Grace. I don’t think I could ever let you go. I don’t think I could live another day without you.”

Otto dips his chin, then his mouth touches mine in a gentle brush of a kiss. He clears his throat as he breaks the kiss, lifts his head, and rests his forehead against my own. I can feel his breath wafting against my face, and goose bumps break out over my skin.

I want him to touch me again. To kiss me. To worship me.

“Sleep,” he rasps.

I search his gaze then lower my head, and I do what he demands of me. I rest my cheek against his chest and close my eyes. My body is exhausted, sated, and completely at peace. I don’t know if there is anything in this world that could be better than this moment.

I’d been dreaming of being with Otto for days, and then it happened, and it was better than I could have ever imagined. I want it to happen again. And again. Like he said, I want it to happen every single day.

Every single moment.

My heart races, and I sit straight up, gasping with a start. The room is bathed in darkness and filled with the sound of my panting breaths. I’m not sure what has caused me to wake up with a startle the way I did.

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