Page 106 of Icy Pucking Play

Then, slowly, he tilts his head and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is soft at first, a gentle exploration, a question asked without words. I answer by kissing him back, my hands reaching up to tangle in his silky hair, pulling him closer. His arms wrap around me, one hand still cupping my cheek, the other splayed across my back, holding me tight.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. His lips move against mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance, and I open to him, a soft sigh escaping me as his tongue sweeps in, tangling with mine.

His hand moves from my cheek to my neck, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, making me gasp into his mouth. He swallows the sound, and I match his fervor, my nails scraping gently against his scalp.

A low growl from deep within his chest rumbles as he walks me backward until I'm pressed against the wall, his body flush against mine.

I can feel his heart pounding, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

His lips leave mine to trail kisses down my neck, and my body curves towards him, begging for more.

"Evan," I whisper, my voice hoarse—strangled with lust.

He looks up at me, blue eyes deeper in color than ever before. "Sophie," he murmurs. “I…I need you."

"I need you too," I tell him, my hands reaching for his, guiding them back to my body. "So much."

He captures my lips in another searing kiss, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against him. I can feel his entire body, hard and insistent against mine, and it takes everything in me not to moan into his mouth, not to press my aching breasts into his chest as he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine once more.

My body is tingling, nearly on fire with the need for the friction between us.

He sighs, and I join him, laughing in a soft release of shaky breath.

“I want you to know…” he starts.

“Yeah?”

“That I’m still going to mess up," he warns, his voice a soft murmur.

"Undoubtedly," I whisper back.

"Still going to be overprotective."

"Definitely."

"Still going to need time to..."

"To what?" I ask, my eyes searching his.

"To believe this is real." He cups my face, his thumbs brushing gently against my cheeks. "To believe you're real."

"I can work with that." I kiss him softly, a gentle press of my lips against his. "As long as you're willing to try."

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice hitching, a tad higher.

"Yeah." I smile against his lips. "Besides, someone’s going to have to teach Natalia advanced geometry using hockey stats. Who would that be besides me?"

He laughs—real and warm and free. It's a sound I've missed, a sound I've longed to hear again.

"Is that what this is about? Using me for my daughter's math homework?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Obviously." I grin, my heart feeling lighter than it has in weeks. "The kissing is just a bonus."

From the kitchen, someone squeals, and we both laugh, our bodies still pressed together, our breaths still mingling.

"They're all watching, aren't they?" he mutters.

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