Page 64 of Expose on the Ice

His touch is electrifying, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardens, straining against the fabric. It’s an exquisite torture, making me crave more, to cravehim,making my wetness flow between my thighs.

He moves his lips back to mine, kissing me fiercely, his hand still working wonders on my breast. The sensations overwhelm me, each touch, each kiss, sending pleasure cascading throughmy body. My hands find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward, needing to feel his skin against mine.

Carter pulls back just enough to help me, his eyes dark with desire as he yanks the shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest – broad, muscled, and scarred – makes my mouth water. I reach out, running my hands over the hard ridges of his abs, feeling the heat of his skin.

"God, Lily," he murmurs, his voice husky with want.

He pulls me back into a bruising kiss, his hands exploring the length of my body, igniting fires everywhere he touches. My hips move against him, desperate for contact, feeling his hardness straining against the constraints of his jeans.

My hands aren’t idle, traveling down his torso to the waistband of his pants. I hesitate only a moment before slipping a hand inside, grasping the hot, thick length of him. I start to work it. Slow. Carter groans, his hips jerking into my hand, and the power of that reaction makes me dizzy.

Carter’s hand slides down my body. Each touch feels electric, sparking a fire that pools in my belly. When his fingers reach the waistband of my jeans, they don’t falter. He unbuttons them with ease, sliding the zipper down. My breath hitches, chest tight with anticipation.

He locks eyes with me, his expression burning with lust and something else, something softer and deeper. I can’t bear to look away. As his hand slips inside my panties, the sensation of the roughness of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my lower belly makes me gasp.

When his fingers find my clit, my breath catches. "That feels…" I can’t even finish my sentence.

It feels heavenly.

It makes me ache for him even more.

As my eyes practically beg him for more, he slides a finger deep inside me. The warmth, the fullness – it’s so immediate, sointimate. I can’t control the moan that escapes my lips. I move my hips, meeting his touch, urging him deeper.

As I continue to work his cock, slowly, methodically, his finger curls inside me, finding a spot that makes my legs weak. He adds another finger, stretching me, filling me. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing in slow, firm circles that make me see stars.

Each movement is precise, his rhythm perfect.

But just as I’m on the verge of exploding, the sound of a key in the lock makes us spring apart like guilty teenagers. Jess comes through the door, her arms laden with grocery bags. She stops short at the sight of us, disheveled and breathing heavily on the couch, having only just extracted our hands and covered our parts.

"Well, well, well," she drawls, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. "What exactly do we have here?"

I feel my cheeks burn as I try to smooth down my rumpled shirt, aware my jeans – and his pants – are still unbuttoned. "Jess, um, remember Carter?"

Carter clears his throat, looking adorably flustered. "Hey, nice to see you again."

Jess’s eyes dart between us, her grin widening. "Oh, I definitely remember Carter. Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen him quite so… ruffled."

I groan, burying my face in my hands. "Jess, please."

She laughs, heading towards the kitchen with her groceries. "Don’t mind me, lovebirds."

As Jess disappears into the kitchen, I turn back to Carter. His hair is sticking up at odd angles where I’d run my fingers through it, and his lips are slightly swollen from our kisses. He looks utterly irresistible.

"So," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "That was…"

"Yeah," Carter agrees, a slow smile spreading across his face. "It was."

We stare at each other for a moment, the air between us crackling with tension. Then, as if mutually deciding the best way forward, we both let out a desperate, longing breath. Even as every fiber of my being screams to pick up right where we left off, I hesitate.

"Maybe we should take things slow," I suggest, "There’s a lot going on."

Carter nods, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "You’re right. No rushing."

I lean into him, and we hug for hours.

It’salmostas good as his touch.

CHAPTER 25

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