Page 81 of Back On Ice

Swallowing, I nod. “I wish you didn’t have to do this. We’refinallytogether, no more misunderstandings between us. I hate the idea of you facing him again… who knows what he could do if he gets even more desperate?” A sigh escapes me and I run a hand over his cheek. “But I understand. I don’t like it one bit, but if this is what we have to do…”

His eyes shine with understanding as he leans towards me. “I just got you back, Angel. No way in hell is my old man going to tear us apart again.”

With that, his lips capture mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. I sit up, leaning into his touch. I grip his arm as his hand comes up to cup my cheek tenderly. Gently, still kissing me, he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him while he sits up against the pillows. The kiss is almost chaste at first, but then his hands run down my back before reaching my ass. “No underwear, Angel?”

“Thought they might get in the way.” I say breathily, my hands gripping his arms. The next second, his tongue seeksentrance into my mouth, and I let him in greedily, basking in the feeling of being in his embrace again.

There’s a tenderness between us that wasn’t there before. Or perhaps it was, but hidden beneath the layers of defense I had put up to keep our relationship casual. One hand moves from my ass to my front as he gently caresses the thin material over my sensitive breasts. A small moan escapes into his mouth, and he swallows it hungrily, reaching under my shirt to run his rough hands over my quickly pebbling flesh.

Holy ever-loving shit. This is the first time we’ve been intimate in a little over two months, and it’s like every sensation is heightened.

His lips move from mine and down across my jaw, leaving open mouth kisses as he goes. He takes his time as he massages my breast, suckling and licking his way down the column of my throat until he reaches my collar bone. The sensation is divine, his gentle but erotic touch making me forget about how sore they’ve been lately. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs into my skin. “Every day I thought of you and wished I could take you into my arms.”

Lifting the hem of my shirt, he moves to pull it off me and then takes my sensitive nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue swirls around, and my head falls back in bliss. “I must have read your texts at least twenty times,” I admit on a gasp. “I should have answered you, I just?—”

“I know, Soph,” he cuts me off, reaching his hand to the back of my neck to pull my face toward him in a sweet kiss. “You needed time to think. As much as I hated to give it to you at the time, I understood.”

His blue eyes shine with warmth as he pulls away, gently pushing my hair behind my ear. “I love you.” My voice shakes with emotion as my fingers thread through his hair. “So damn much.”

This time, when our lips meet, there’s a desperation there. Not for the way our bodies are physically together, but for the connection we’d been lacking the last nine years. Even when we were sleeping together before, there was never any promise of a future behind it. Now, I pour every ounce of love and devotion into this one kiss.

He moans into my mouth, one of his arms snaking around my middle and the other reaching down between us.

His fingers find my pussy, and he hums in appreciation when he feels that I’m already soaking and ready for him. Spreading my wetness around my clit, he rubs small circles that light my body on fire.

“Oh, fuck! Carter!” I can’t stop the cry that escapes as euphoria washes over me, shamelessly riding his hand until I come down from my high. My head drops onto his chest as he removes his arm from between us, my gasping breaths filling the air between us.

His shirt is soft against my cheek, but I hate the barrier separating us.

My hands move from his arms to the hem of the offending fabric, sliding my fingers underneath and running them over his lower stomach in a way I know makes his toes curl. He shivers, and I bite back a grin, lifting his shirt to reveal the hard planes of muscle underneath.

He really is a masterpiece.

After helping me remove his shirt completely, I move off him, staying on the bed, and watch as he shimmies his sweatpants down until his magnificent cock springs free. I look down, licking my lips at the sight of it, but Carter has other ideas.

Sitting up away from the pillows, he lifts me by my hips, settling my entrance right over his erection. His icy blue gaze never leaves mine, lowering me onto his throbbing length. We both groan, my hands settling on his shoulders to steady myself.

And then he’s moving.

I may be on top, but Carter is definitely the one still in control as he fucks up into me, firmly gripping my hips. He stares into my eyes as he thrusts upwards, each time he bottoms out sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Physically, we’re obviously as close as we can possibly be. But, it’s so much more than that. His very soul connects to mine through our eyes, the steadfast devotion he feels for me clear as day behind his pools of blue.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says before pulling my mouth to him. His lips and tongue move with mine like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Like he wants to claim me, consume me whole.

I would let him.

My hands roam the muscles of his chest, his mountainous shoulders, and his strong back as we move together. Fire pools low in my belly as I feel another orgasm rising within me, this one more of a slow growing tidal wave than the whirlwind of pleasure the first one was. One of his hands moves from my hips back to my clit and his touch shoots a jolt of electricity straight to my core, launching me over the edge.

My scream of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth, and before I can register what’s happening, he’s flipped us over so he hovers over me, still seated inside my pulsing heat.

Moving on top of me, he hikes one of my knees over his arm as he pushes all the way in, again and again, reaching deeper than he has this entire time. Each thrust sends an electric jolt through my over-sensitive body, and my fingernails claw at his back as the sensation nearly overwhelms me.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie,” he mutters against my lips like a prayer as his hips stutter. He finds his release and sends me over the edge one final time.

Instead of collapsing on top of me, he falls to his side, flipping me to my side to face him, and holding me close.We catch our breaths together, a sweaty heap of limbs tangled together in the best way.

When he gets up, pulling me with him, I don’t question it. He leads me to the bathroom, and turns the shower on to scalding, just how I like it. After he’s washed every inch of me and dried me off, he pulls me back to bed, wrapping himself around me. We drift off together like this, keeping each other close, the beating of his heart in my ear the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

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