Page 51 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
Yes, she is.
I pull the straps of her tank top and bra down, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. I kiss her shoulder in the same spot she kissed me in the sauna, the location of my scar. I plant kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and stop at her ear. My tongue travels along the outside of it before I nip the flesh between my teeth.
She moans and the heated sound of it is all the encouragement I need. I release her hair and skim my hand down her back. At the hem of her tank, I slide my fingers under the fabric and trace along the top of her shorts. Sofia’s breaths come in rapid bursts, barely heard above the noise of rain pelting the roof. The sky fills with a bright flash of light followed by a loud crack of thunder.
Sofia leans back against the cushions. I readjust my body so I’m lying on top of her, my arms supporting my weight. Her leg skims mine and wraps around my hips, bringing me closer to the part of her that I long to touch, taste, tease. But instead, I rock against her, my entire body cheering me on. I want her so badly, I’m positive I’m going to explode.
I push her tank top above her belly button and swirl my tongue around it. A whimper falls from Sofia’s lips and I smile inwardly at how she responds to the subtlest of moves. I continue pushing her tank top up and expose her bra. It’s light pink and it suits her. While I can tell she’s no virgin—she’s not shy in the same way she would be if she were—I can also tell she hasn’t had a lot of experience.
Sensing what I want, Sofia sits up and removes her tank top, drops it to the floor, then unhooks her bra. It quickly joins the tank top, as does my t-shirt.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sofia
Kyle’s t-shirt joins the party on the floor with my bra and tank top. But then he hesitates, as if deliberating what we’re about to do. What the heck is there to deliberate? I want this, and judging from the bulge in his shorts, he wants this, too.
He pulls away and my body screams in frustration. I’m doing something wrong. That must be it.
I shift to sit and Kyle does the same. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.
Am I doing something wrong…or…are you feeling guilty because you’re still love in your wife?
He picks up the stack of cards forgotten on the table and shuffles them, not at all affected by the fact that I’m sitting next to him topless. Which I’ll admit, if nothing else, is an arrow straight through my fragile ego.
“Nothing’s wrong, Soph. It’s just you’re my friend.” He continues shuffling the cards, his attention on them and not me and my breasts. “I don’t want to fuck that up.”
“Why do you think you’ll fuck that up?”
“If we have sex, it will only complicate things.”
I think on this for a moment, then remove the cards from his hands and straddle him. I place the cards next to us on the couch. “It doesn’t need to complicate anything. We’ve got a month left together here. If we become…” Become what? Not boyfriend and girlfriend. Not with only a month left here. A fling? “…Friends with benefits. It won’t be complicated at all. This only has to last while we’re in Finland.”
There will be no strings attached, no hearts at risk of being broken. It will only be about having fun. And fun is exactly what the doctor prescribed for the new and improved me.
Something deep inside me cheers on this sudden burst of confidence. A month ago, I never would have considered doing something like this.
“You sure about this?” he asks, his gaze taking in everything about my face. My eyes. My lips. My desire.
“Positive.”Please say yes.
He doesn’t say anything, but there’s no missing the want in his eyes. He needs this as much as I do.
Instead of saying it with words, he shows me. His hands cup my breasts, and his thumbs draw dizzying circles around the hard nipples. He lightly pinches one. The nerves between my legs go berserk with need. “Oh God,” I groan.
Then his mouth crashes against mine. His kisses become frantic, filled with the same need coursing through my body. His hands—large, strong, warm—caress and explore my exposed skin. Every part of me he touches begs for more. I beg for more.
His thickness, straining in his shorts, presses against my super-charged center. I moan against his mouth, the sound barely heard over my pounding heart and the distant rumble of thunder.
He pulls away. “If you’re sure about this…” he says, giving me one last chance to change my mind about what we’ll be after this.
“I am. Do you have any condoms? I—I have some in my bag.” Because that doesn’t make it look like I was planning to have sex with him this weekend, even though we were staying here with five other people.
His lips curl into a sexy, one-sided smile. “Didn’t think I could resist your magnetic attraction for long, huh?”
Heat rises in my cheeks. Not the look I was going for. He’s used to confident, experienced women. I’m not exactly the poster girl for that.
“There’s nothing about you, Sofia, I can resist. You had me the first day in the sauna, when you blasted me with the water.” He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me to him. His lips gently kiss me, setting free a crate of butterflies in my stomach. I want this moment to be perfect, but what is that exactly? Hot sex? Knowing all the positions and being adventurous? Or pouring everything you have inside you and hoping it’s enough?
