Page 33 of Ice Cold Rival

“Not in the slightest.” Like the first time I’d seen him, a part of me deep inside whisperedhe’s the oneand pushed me to do something reckless.

So I did.

I curled my fingers into his shirt, leaned forward, and brushed my mouth against his. Barely a kiss, but I couldn’t make myself go farther. He should have pulled back. He should have reminded me we were only meant to be for show. By all accounts, including his own, he never let anyone close twice. Instead, Reece kissed me back.

His arms banded around me, and we both shuddered as the tension snapped. He kissed me like he meant it, like he had no intention of ever letting me go, like he’d been dying to touch me since I walked in the door. The intensity hit me hard and fast, left me aching for more even as I wondered if it was all in my head.

“Let me in,” he breathed against my lips.

Against my better judgement, I opened for him. Any hopes the first time had been a fluke were dashed. I didn’t have a lot of experience—didn’t have a lot of confidence—but kissing Reece felt absolutely right.

His hand cradled the back of my head, gently tugging my hair, and sending electricity shooting down my body. I wanted that feeling everywhere, until every nerve ending buzzed like a live wire.

In a burst of desperation, I slid his hand from my hair, down my throat, and over my breasts. With a grin I could feel against my skin, he dragged his thumb across my nipple.

“You want me to touch you, little thief?” he murmured.

I swallowed and nodded slightly.

“Then tell me.”

I’d never had to verbalize my needs before, mostly because no one had cared up until now. Embarrassment battled with building hunger as he teased me with quick little touches. With anyone else, I might have given up, but with Reece, I felt like I could do anything.

“I want your fingers inside me, your mouth, anything. I’ve never messed around somewhere we could be caught, so this is definitely on my list—which you said you’d help me finish. So… help me finish. Like you promised.”

“Item number one, right here on the couch?” he asked silkily.

He was testing me, pushing me to acknowledge the risqué nature of our actions which was way outside my comfort zone. For once, I was ready to be a little naughty.

“Right here, right now.”

Reece smiled, never breaking contact as he kissed his way to my neck. He flicked me with his tongue then sucked hard, forcing a gasp out of me as pleasure shot in a line from his mouth to my pussy. All the while, his deft fingers plucked and played with my nipples.

Encouraged by my newfound boldness, I pushed him back on the couch and straddled his lap. He groaned when my weight settled on him. His fingers tightened on my hip, holding me in place as he ground up into me.

His workout shorts did little to hide the solid length of him, and I suddenly wished I’d worn a skirt. The tiny movement was enough to remind me I hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks—not since him—and sex had been even longer.

I whimpered and rolled my hips, frustrated I couldn’t find the right angle. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I might explode. My nails dug into his shoulders as I tried to hold myself steady, but it was a lost cause when he caught my mouth again. I buried my hands in his hair and let him take over.

“Up,” he whispered, unbuttoning my shorts.

I lifted enough to give him the space to slide his hand inside.

“Show me what you like, Kenzie.” He’d said something like that before, and I still reeled at the idea I could simply tell him what felt good and he’d do it.

With enthusiasm.

I tilted my hips until he hit the right spot and gasped. His low, rough chuckle sent shivers down my back. With a little guidance, he figured out exactly the way to bring me to the edge. Reece was playful and a little dangerous, and I was lost.

“Like this?” he asked with a grin.

“A little harder. God, right there.” I wasn’t sure what else I muttered as a wave of pleasure threatened to drown me.

No one had ever touched me the way Reece did. The rhythm, the pressure, the whispered praise between kisses. His breathing became labored, and through it all, he told me how much he loved it.

Heloved it. No hint of martyrdom or frustration. The freedom to simply respond without questioning if I was being selfish took me out of my head completely.

I rode his hand with abandon while his thumb played havoc with my clit, and when he grabbed a handful of hair to kiss me deep, I lost it. My whole body stiffened, and I gripped his forearm, unable to let go, as a bright light exploded behind my eyelids. The air built in my chest, then rushed out as I collapsed, my muscles reduced to a fine goo.

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