Page 54 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
She laughs. “I guess you’ll just have to teach me how to play poker.”
I nibble on her ear. She moans which gets my dick excited at the prospect of what’s coming next. “Only if I let you out of this bed. Maybe we can practice some more…” I don’t finish the sentence with words. I finish it with my hand tracing along the silky skin from her hip to her waist.
Her eyes darken and she runs the tip of her tongue along her lip, her suggestion about playing poker long forgotten. “Practice is good. I could use lots of practice.”
Before she had realized her ex-boyfriend had been way off base about how amazing she is in bed, she might’ve been serious when she said that. But this time, the unmistakable teasing to her tone makes me secretly hope it will storm for the rest of the week, just so that we’re stuck on this island. If it weren’t for my coaching job and her chance to work in the physical therapy clinic this week, I’d find an excuse for us to stay here.
Her hand shifts under the sheet and cups my ass, her thumb brushing against my skin. I moan into her mouth, then move away and explore her jaw with my lips and tongue. She tastes like heaven. Every part of her tastes like heaven. I keep traveling along her skin to her neck. She runs her fingernails lightly down my back and I hum in satisfaction against her. Forget a week. I wouldn’t mind being stuck on this island for the rest of my stay in Finland.
I kiss my way to her perfect rose-colored nipple, hard and ready for me to savor. I tease it with my tongue, drawing tight circles around it. Then I close my lips around it and alternate between sucking and nipping it with my teeth. Sofia gasps. Her fingers trace the same circles in my hair that I drew with my tongue against her breast.
Needing to touch more of her, I let my hand wander over her body. She giggles and squirms as I hit her ticklish spots, and I mentally catalogue them for when I’m not about to make a claim on her. I switch to her other breast and tease it like I did the first. My fingers skim along her body, across her smooth stomach, and down to my favorite spot—between her legs. I slide my fingers between her folds, slick with need. “God, babe, you feel so good. So ready for me.” I dip a finger in and press it against her heated lining, then pull it out and rub it against her clit. “Do you feel how wet you are, how ready you are for me?” I growl, returning to her mouth.
Sofia whimpers and I pinch her clit. Her whimper turns into an erotic moan against my lips that pushes me further to the edge and promises me a free fall to rival all others.
I’ve had sex with many girls. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But sex with all those one-night stands is nothing like sex with Sofia. Maybe there’s something to be said about our relationship. It’s not just about sex.
It’s about friendship and trust.
And that makes a huge difference.
Sofia wraps her hand around my dick and squeezes lightly. I suck in a breath and will myself not to come in her hand like an inexperienced fifteen-year-old. Her grip slips up to the head and she runs her thumb around the tip, and all my plans for what I want to do her body check the wall. I pull away and spread her knees apart before shifting so I’m kneeling between them. With her eyes dark and hooded, her blond hair fanned around her head, she watches me, curious what I’m going to do next.
“God, you look so beautiful,” I husk. “I want you to watch me. I want you to see how much you affect me.” That should push aside any of her doubts about what she does to me.
She nods, her eyes darker pools than before, not at all embarrassed by my words. If anything, she’s more turned on, and I didn’t think it was possible. I slip on a condom from the night table and hoist her legs onto my shoulders. Her eyes widen.
I plunge deep into her and she moans that erotic sound of hers that has me almost coming. I still for a moment, doing my best not to close my eyes. I want to see her as much as I want her to see me.
I press my thumb against her clit. She bucks against me, letting out another sexy sound.
“Oh God, Kyle! I want you to…to fuck me…Now.”
I pull out slightly and slam back into her. I swirl my thumb over the delicate tissue and slam back into her again. I continue the pattern until I’m certain we’re both close to coming, then I pick up the pace until Sofia’s softness grips tightly around me and she lets out a satisfied, “Oh, God, yes!” I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in the next cottage heard her even over the storm.
That’s the last thought I have before I come, and a guttural sound falls from my lips.
Once the intense tidal wave has crashed through me and some level of coherency returns, I remove her legs from my shoulders and lower them onto the bed, then remove the condom and collapse next to her. I pull her to me and whisper in her hair, “You’re mine now and only mine.” The words slip out so naturally even though they aren’t technically true. Our friends-with-benefits arrangement doesn’t make her mine.
Not even close.
“And you’re mine,” Sophia murmurs sleepily before drifting off to sleep.
I watch her, purposefully ignoring the slight thrill her words gave me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kyle
Normally after I finish work on Mondays, I head to the sports center to work out, have a sauna, then spend time with Sofia. But because she’s working in the physical therapy clinic this week, I won’t get to spend time with her until the weekend.
I contemplate dropping into the clinic to check on her, but that’s the last thing she needs. So, I spend longer in the sauna than I normally would and head back to the apartment.
“Hei,” Nik says from the couch, a beer in his hand. The TV is on, with what looks like an American soap opera I’ve seen Mom watch from time to time. I’ve never seen Nik watch it before. “You want to go out tonight?” he asks. “I need a drink and some action.”
“Sure,” I say even though I shouldn’t. I haven’t been out since the first night I went down on Sofia. I’ve been too busy hanging out with her. But Nik really does look like he needs something. “You okay?”
“Nothing getting laid won’t cure.” He finishes his beer and gets up to leave.
