Page 70 of Ice Me Out
“You don’t need to worry about Connor and Keene hearing us, baby.” Jamie coos at her. “Because of your brother’s loud lovemaking, we all invested in noise canceling headphones. So it’s up to them to use them. Unless they want to know how many times I can make you scream my name.”
Motherfucker. Jamie’s smile is way too satisfied for my liking.
“So this thing between you,” I find myself saying, before I can think any better of it. “How did it happen? One second we were all at the Zeta party, and literally two minutes later, you two are together.”
Bex’s cheeks go from pink to crimson, but Jamie’s smile doesn’t falter.
“People were starting to leave the party. Bex and I got talking and one thing lead to another. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. I have to be honest. But the more I talked to Bex, the more I realized that she’s the woman I’ve been waiting to meet my whole life. I’m so smitten with her, even I can’t believe it.”
Bex
This thing with Jamie is dangerous.
The way he’s looking at me, his blue eyes hot and intense, would feel real if I didn’t know it can’t be. Ever since I agreed to be his fake girlfriend, he has been the incarnation of the perfect boyfriend. If this is how he acted when he wanted to get someone into bed with him, I understand why women lined up for the privilege.
“You’re so sweet.” It’s all I can manage to say before Jamie’s lips find mine.
Every single time my fake boyfriend has kissed me, he has caused a very real reaction in me.
His lips are soft and coaxing, and I part to allow his tongue to slip into my mouth.
This entire relationship is about PDAs and being seen together, so I tell myself to forget how crowded the dining hall is tonight.
It’s a lot easier than expected though, because Jamie’s kisses are like a drug that steals away my breath and my sense of reality.
There’s one gaze I remain aware of, however. The entire time Jamie’s lips press against mine and his tongue brushes mine with hot strokes, I feel Connor’s eyes on us.
My heartbeat shoots from my chest to the space between my legs. I’m hot and wet, and I thank God that Jamie is wearing jeans, or I’m pretty sure he could feel the effect his kiss is having on me.
The truth, however, is that it isn’t just Jamie’s kiss that’s making me press my thighs together in search of relief.
My hands play with the soft, short hair at the nape of Jamie’s neck, dragging him closer, deepening our kiss.
A thought invades my mind. How would it feel to kiss Connor? Would he be as skilled as Jamie? Would he be hard and unyielding like I know he can be on the ice from the times I’ve watched him play Bridgeport on TV, or would he be sweet and hot like the guy behind that hockey mask?
Because if Jamie wasn’t my mystery kiss, I’m pretty sure it must have been Connor.
There’s a small chance it could be Keene, but the idea is absolutely laughable.
Not only because Keene is grumpy on a good day, and I can’t imagine his lips being as soft and reverent as my masked kisser. But because it’s crystal clear that the former army sergeant took an immediate dislike to me. If Keene had been the man behind mask number six, he would have probably bitten my lips off.
“Hey you two,” Connor chuckles, clearly uncomfortable. “Get a room.”
Jamie releases my lips, but keeps his hands on my hips. “Maybe we should. We could get takeout boxes and take our dinners home.”
My face feels hot, and I know I’m blushing. But that’s nothing compared to the liquid heat between my legs.
I make the huge mistake of looking at Connor, and what I see surprises me. The big defenseman’s eyes are locked on my lips.
Is he thinking about kissing me? And is he doing that because he knows how it feels, or because he doesn’t and wishes he could have a taste of me?
Another thought invades my mind and I picture something absolutely crazy. How would it feel if both Jamie and Connor were kissing me? If I was sandwiched between them and their lips were on me at the same time? If one was devouring my mouth and the other one…
Jesus. I need to stop thinking about this stuff.
I squirm on Jamie’s lap as another wave of heat makes my clit pulse with need.
My nipples feel so hard, I’m surprised they haven’t broken the fabric of Jamie’s jersey.
