Page 77 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
“I love it,” I whisper. And I do. No one has ever given me a gift like this before.
I turn to the next page. Again, it’s of me and Sofia playing street hockey. We’re messing around and laughing. Sofia doesn’t know me as a NHL player or an ex-NHL player or a has-been. She only cares about the side of me that’s been missing since even before the accident. I was so driven to live up to everyone’s expectations, including my own, I’d forgotten the meaning of having a good time. After the accident, I thought I was having a great time, drinking and having sex with all those girls. But I wasn’t. That’s Nik’s idea of a great time. It isn’t mine.
“I really do love it,” I whisper. My mouth finds Sofia’s, and everything in this world feels right again, at least for now. At least until I have to tell her my news about the coaching job I was offered. Starting in two weeks. In Seattle. I don’t want to give Joni a chance to use that against me, to use it to convince her to stay in Finland longer.
I place the book on the counter, my lips still attached to hers and turn off the stove. My palms slide down her hips to the backs of her thighs, and in an easy move I hoist her up. Her legs hook around me, and I carry her into the bedroom and to the bed. Sofia releases her legs and places her feet on the floor.
“What you said earlier…in the sauna,” she says. “Do you…do you wanna try it that way?”
I rapidly sort through my memory of what I had said. “I don’t care how we do it, as long as it’s you I’m with.” I stroke my thumb against her lip, eager to suck it between mine. “Do you want to try it that way?”
She nods, the movement small, her gaze focused on my mouth. “Yes,” she whispers. Her voice isn’t filled with uncertainty or nervousness. It’s laced with curiosity, desire, inner strength.
This time I suck her lip between mine as my fingers find their way under her t-shirt and slide up her flat stomach. She squirms, my fingertips brushing against her ticklish zones. If I could do this every day for the next two weeks, I’d be a happy man.
Sofia lifts her arms and I pull the t-shirt off her. I toss it to the floor and my t-shirt joins it soon after. I pull her to me, our skin barely touching, yet it’s enough to send every nerve in my body tingling. And judging from her reaction, she’s no more immune to this than I am.
I tease her nipples with my fingers, drawing circles around them until they become stiff peaks. My mouth remains against hers, tasting her and enjoying the moans and whimpers escaping her lips and vibrating against mine. I squeeze her nipple between my fingers and I swear her legs almost buckle under her as she lets out a sound so erotic, so hot, I come close to pushing up her skirt and taking her now.
I undo the snap of her denim skirt then unzip it. I slide my hands to her hips and turn Sofia around. I pull her toward me, her back against my chest, and nip her shoulder with enough pressure to cause her to buck into me and whimper again. Fueled by her sound and by the feel of her, I cup her breasts in my hands and swirl the tip of my tongue against the faint bite mark. Her head falls back onto my shoulder and she moans.
Never in a hundred years will I ever get enough of hearing that sound.
Once I’ve finished entertaining myself with how her nipples respond to my touch, I trace my hands across her stomach to her hips. My fingers hook the waistband of her skirt and I pull the clothing down her legs, exposing her pale pink cotton underwear that matches her bra. While I’ll be the first to agree satin underwear is hot, the same can be said about what Sofia’s wearing. She might come off as innocent, but what’s beneath her skin is screaming to be anything but that.
I slowly stand again, trailing my hands up the outside of her legs. My fingers slip under the edge of her panties, then between her legs and her slick folds. “Christ, Sofia,” I moan in her ear, “you’re so ready for me. So ready for me to fuck you.” My fingers against her clit mirror what the one on her breast is doing. It doesn’t take long before she’s panting with need.
Not to be outdone by me, her hand slips between us and she settles it against my dick. The warmth of her hand soaks through the fabric of my shorts and boxers, and she squeezes. The throbbing intensifies. “Shit,” I groan.
My fingers move to the waistband of her panties and I pull them down. Once they’re around her ankles, she steps out of them and kicks them to the side while I yank my shorts and boxers off. My dick springs free, ready to join Sofia’s warmth. I toss my clothes halfway across the room.
“Bend over,” I breathe in her ear, “and put your hands on the bed.” She does and my fingers return to her clit from behind. “You look so hot from where I’m standing.” I grin at her light moan. She’s getting more turned on than I ever thought she would when I first met her. And just knowing that is having the same effect on me. It’s as if being with Sofia has given me a new level of awareness that had escaped me for so long. A new level of awareness that makes me feel stronger than I’ve been in a while.
I slip a finger inside of her. She’s so wet, so responsive. I add another finger and press them against her. Her breath draws in quickly. It won’t take much more for her, for me, for us to get there.
I remove my fingers and position my tip against her entrance. I push it in just enough to torment her, to excite the nerves there. My fingers find her clit again, circle it and pinch it.
“Oh God, Kyle,” she groans. “I want you to fuck me.”
The grin on my face doesn’t resemble the one from earlier. That was the sun peeking from behind a cloud. This one is a full on beam. She sounds even more innocent, more desirable when she says it. I open a condom and roll it on, then thrust into her and groan my satisfaction as her body welcomes me.
With my fingers still tormenting her clit, I slam into her again and again and again. It takes every ounce of control not to come before she does. Luckily I don’t have to wait long. Her body clenches tightly around my dick as she screams out my name. I come soon after, drowning in her—but drowning in a good way.
Once I return back to earth, I fold myself over Sofia’s back and rain it with soft kisses, giving her something to remember while she’s with Joni this weekend.
I rein in the anger threatening to storm its way in. There’s nothing to fear. She’s mine. Joni doesn’t have a claim on her. Sofia’s been hurt by a cheating boyfriend. She would never turn around and do that to someone else.
It’s Joni I’m more worried about. He’s taking advantage of the situation before she’s made her decision about whether or not she’ll stay in Finland. I wouldn’t be surprised if he spends the next four days trying to convince her that staying here would be the best for everyone concerned, including me.
I nip on her ear. “That was incredible.” Her panting is her only reply.
I kiss her neck and pull out of her. She watches me through hooded eyes as I dispose of the condom. The bedroom door clicks open behind me. Sofia shrieks and scrambles under the sheet, her gaze ever watchful on the door. I whip around. Nik leers at her from the doorway, ignoring me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I stalk over to him and shove his arm. That’s enough to pull his attention from Sofia.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says without a hint of remorse. “Just wanted to let you know about the change of plans.”
“What change of plans?” I ask as a brunette Sofia’s age appears next to him. Her gaze wanders down my body, reminding me that I’m naked, then it darts to where Sofia is sitting. The girl licks her lower lip, her attention still on Sofia, and talks to Nik in Finnish.
