Page 49 of On Thin Ice

I ground my pelvis against him, and Bell’s hands landed on my hips, gripping me tight.

“You need me to fuck you again?” he asked, his voice a dark promise. “Need me to shut up all those stupid voices in your head?”

“God, yes. Please,” I gasped, my hips rocking helplessly against his.

He kissed me harder, one hand slipping under my hoodie to splay wide against my bare back.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his mouth dragging down my throat.

His hands were everywhere—yanking my hoodie up, shoving it over my head, making quick work of my jeans and underwear until I was bare, breathless, and trembling against him.

He stepped back, just enough to strip his own clothes off, his gaze eating me alive the whole time.

“You remember that first road trip?” he asked, kicking his jeans away. “Colorado?”

I blinked at him, feeling dazed. “Yeah?”

He let loose a deep chuckle, raking his hand through his messy hair. “You were in the shower. I could smell your fucking soap through the door. I couldn’t stop picturing you, naked and dripping wet, just a few feet away from me.”

He stepped in close again, his skin hot against mine, his dick hard and heavy between us.

I clutched at his arms and broad shoulders, needing something to anchor me.

“It drove me fucking insane, E.” His fingers traced slow lines down my ribs. “Knowing you were right there. Wanting you so bad it hurt. Not being able to touch you.”

My breath caught, my heart thundering wildly, as Bell seduced me with his words. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear him say these things—how worried I’d been that maybe I was the only one feeling this way.

“You think you’re the only one who’s obsessed with this?” he continued, dragging his mouth over my jaw, his hand slipping down to wrap around me. “You think you’re the only one losing his goddamn mind here? You make me fucking crazy, and you have absolutely no clue.” He sucked a bruise just under my ear, his hand stroking my needy dick.

I thrust into his hand, my cheeks clenching. I winced. the twinge in my ass reminding how thoroughly Bell had fucked me the night before. Four hours sitting in a shitty plane seat hadn’t helped matters much either.

“You still sore?”

I nodded, a little embarrassed but mostly proud. Some new, greedy part of me craved the ache, the stretch. If it meant hearing Bell say how good I was, how well I took him, I’d hurt every damn day of my life just to have it.

But the possessive side of me, the one that flared to life whenever Bell spoke to Miller, also relished the idea of claiming him. Of it beingmydick that he begged for.

“You want my hole instead, E?” he asked, his voice telling me he already knew the answer as he backed us toward my bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he sprawled out and spread his legs wide in invitation, his hands hooked behind his head, his large body looking loose and relaxed. Like he’d let me do anything I wanted to him.

And even though I had a million and one ideas of what that was, nerves prickled under my skin. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” I said, my voice cracking a little.

Bell’s whole face softened, and then he smiled—that slow, dirty smile that promised all sorts of debauchery. “What’s that old saying—it’s like riding a bike?”

I flushed hot. “Yeah, except I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

He gave a low, reassuring laugh. “You literally cannot mess this up, E. Trust yourself. And trust me to tell you what I need.”

I bit my lip, searching his face for any sign of doubt. All I saw was shameless want that went a long way toward settling my nerves.

Bell crooked a finger at me, his blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Come here.”

Any hesitation I’d felt before was gone now. I moved without thinking, climbing onto the bed and crawling between his legs, my hands trembling with the need to touch him.

“Slow down. There’s no rush.”

“Um, yeah, there is. I want that ass milking my cock more than I want my next breath.” I leaned over and reached into my nightstand for the lube, popping the top and slicking my shaking fingers.

He pulled his knees back, offering himself to me without a hint of shame. “Then what are you waiting for?”

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