Page 81 of In the Net
Pleasure rips through me when her shudder gives my hard cock friction.
The most intense desire I’ve ever felt detonates inside me. I have to regain some of that restraint I just shrugged off, because otherwise I’d be ripping our clothes off and fucking her right here on the ice.
I’d gladly give myself frostbite, lying on my back while she rides me, if that’s what it takes.
But no. If I’m finally going to have her the way I’ve wanted to for so damn long, even when I tried to delude myself that I didn’t, there’s only one place I’m going to take her for the first time: my bed.
“Sebastian.” My name is a moan on her lips as I lap at her soft mouth, and nothing’s ever sounded so fucking good to my ears.
How the hell was I able to lie to myself for so long? How was I ever able to convince myself that this moment isn’t everything I’ve always wanted?
On the one hand, I feel like I could stand here and kiss Harper forever.
On the other hand, the need for more is intensifying through my body, sharpening into a spear-point. The pure lust tighteningmy balls and pulsing up and down the length of my erection is becoming torture.
As much as I wish we were in my bedroom this very second, I can’t resist the urge to tease her.
“You sure have a funny way of showing a guy you don’t like him,” I mock, our lips still rolling against each other.
“Be careful. I could tell you to beg right now, and you’d do it.”
I laugh, my lips vibrating on hers. This girl always has my number.
Even if this is the moment when both of our defenses are finally crumbling, it wouldn’t be right if there wasn’t a bite to it.
I spear my fingers into her silky auburn hair and give a sharp tug. “We’ll see who’s begging soon.”
Her head yanks back from the force, and I kiss a trail down her jaw and onto her neck. Her smooth, creamy skin is cold to the touch of my lips thanks to the chill of the rink.
Harper’s hands sink into the tufts of my hair. She grabs a harsh grip and pulls. My scalp burns deliciously, my face rising to meet her eyes.
“Well, let’s see, then.”
We makeit back to my room in record time. By the time the door is closed behind us, giving us the privacy we need for everything I want to do to my fake girlfriend, anticipation is wound so tight through my body that I feel like I’m going to burst.
I coax my tongue past the crease of her mouth and press it against hers, slanting and curling around it. A soft, needy moan vibrates from her lips against mine, and I laugh, the sound smug and satisfied.
“That’s not a sound that would come from someone who’s about to make someoneelsebeg,” I taunt.
My stomach muscles clench hard as cement, Harper reaching down to palm the outline of my painfully hard erection through my jeans. Electricity rips up my spine, her touch spreading a shock through me that has my lips pause mid-kiss.
“Careful,” she whispers, her voice as much of a taunt as mine just was, “I could make you come in your pants right now, and then we’ll see how arrogant you are.”
She’s fucking right, too. All it would take is for her to lightly stroke her grip up and down the rigid bulge in my pants, and I’d be spilling into my boxers like a chump.
I curl my grip around her wrist and pull her hand away from my throbbing length. I grab her other hand and bind them behind her back, my left hand holding both together behind her so my right hand can rest firmly on the side of her neck, the pad of my thumb scraping over the pulse point underneath her jaw, feeling how her heart is thundering in her chest just like mine is.
“My girlfriend has a smart mouth,” I say, brushing my lips over hers lightly. “I kind of like it.”
She lifts her head to snag my mouth in a kiss, pulling my lip between her teeth and pressing down, sending a shudder through me.
“My boyfriend is a cocky bastard who can never let me have the last word.”
I hum against her mouth. “And you like it, too.”
We make short work of our clothes until we’re both in our underwear, still standing. Her body fits like a dream against mine, my skin scorching in the best way everywhere it touches hers.
I rake my hands across the curve of her hip and do what I’ve wanted to do for too damn long, even when I wouldn’t admit it to myself: I palm the full cheeks of her heart-shaped ass.
