Page 57 of Ice Bet

“It’s been a long time,” I murmured, trying to blame my arousal on the fact that I hadn’t been with anyone since Gray.

I was hyper-focused on his finger trailing up my ribcage and underneath my bra. His palm cupped me, and I arched my back, thrusting my hips into him. He grunted before I felt his hand disappear from under my shirt. His fingers dug into my waist, and he shoved us apart.

My mouth formed a pout—something I could feel before he commented on it.

“Stop pouting. I’m in control, remember? Keep still so I can remember every part of this.” His mouth brushed over mine with his reminder. “Because this is theonlytime I will touch you.”

Got it.

I nodded, sucking in a shaky breath. I forced myself to stay still against his lips, refusing to kiss him. With every word that left his mouth, I felt the faint sweep of his lips against mine. A quiet whimper crawled out of the depths of my body, and I knew he heard it.

“Breathe in the scent of the rink,” he whispered, dragging his finger along the crook of my neck and all the way to the outskirts of my leggings. “Can you smell the ice? Does it feel like home to you too?”

I didn’t answer him as I inhaled. Sorrow was distant through the chaos I felt from his teasing touches, but I still recognized it. The rink didn’t feel like home to me anymore, and that made me panic.

I stopped breathing when I noticed that Aasher’s finger didn’t move. He was right at the brink of sinking into my pants, but he leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “Answer me, or I’ll stop.”

I zeroed in on the faint smirk ghosting his lips when he saw my eyes widen. I rushed out the truth and wiggled in his arms. “It makes me feel homesick. Like I’m home, but not really.”

Aasher resumed his exploration and swiped the very top of my panties with his long finger. My stomach was in hot knots, burning hotter and hotter as he touched and whispered things about the ice that I longed for.

The smell.

The temperature.

The feeling of it beneath his feet.

“Do you miss it?” he asked, pausing over my clit.Is he trying to kill me? Provoke me? Make me beg for it?

“No,” I lied, growing impatient.

His teasing was painful, and I wasn’t focused on my nerves, or the ice, or figure skating in general anymore. I was centered on his mouth and how his hand hovered over the spot that throbbed for him.

“Wrong answer.” He pulled his hand out of my panties, and I tried to stop him, but my hands were tied.

He smirked. “I’m in control, remember?” His loud swallow echoed around us. “Answer correctly, and maybe I’ll reward you. Do you miss the ice?”

“Yes.” My answer erupted around us. I stared at his mouth and prayed that he’d put me out of my misery. “I don’t feel like myself without skating.”

I glanced away, uncomfortable for admitting the truth, but Aasher didn’t allow me to succumb. Instead, he pulled all of my negative thoughts into one single focus, and that focus was him. He pushed his finger into me and teased me with long, tediously slow pumps.

I was panting.

My hips moved to meet his hand. I was chasing the rush that he was giving me and forgetting about everything else. There was a ring of fire surrounding us, melting the rink from my sight. His kissable lips were opened slightly as he stared down at me with a lustful gaze that I couldn’t bring myself to look away from.

Aasher tore his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss of pleasure. He licked his bottom lip before kissing me. His tongue swept inside as he pulled me closer, kissing me to the point that I was withering in his grasp. The kiss was deep and sensual, and my mind was a mess. I took my tied wrists and pulled them up over his head to trap his face to mine.

I’d never felt so desirable from a single kiss. The way he lapped at my tongue messed with my emotions to the point that I didn’t know who we were.

He moved backward, breaking our kiss. “You’re driving me wild.” His fingers dug into my sides as he shoved me away. He was hard through his sweats, and it threw me off. “This was such a bad idea.”

A gasp escaped my chest when he pushed our bodies together again. His mouth was everywhere. He pressed quick kisses against my jawline, sucking and nibbling until he landed on my earlobe. “Do you want me to keep going? Is it working?”

Oh, right.I’d forgotten how we got here and why he was kissing me.

“Yes.” I rasped out a breath. “Don’t stop.”

Aasher shut his eyes and tilted his head away. It gave me the perfect view of his chiseled jaw. I leaned in and placed a sweet kiss against his thrumming pulse, feeling satisfied for a split second at the feel of his skin against my mouth.

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