Page 86 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
Thinking that Kyle’s going to let go of me so I can take the crutches from Nik, I attempt to pull away. Kyle’s arms remain locked around me. Before I can say anything, he scoops me up and walks toward the parking lot. His clean ocean scent, which I’ve missed more than I thought would be possible, welcomes me. I bury my face into his shoulder and breathe him in.
Nik doesn’t have any other choice but to follow. He smirks at me like he knows exactly what’s going to happen soon enough. He’s right. I plan to make love to Kyle and make up for being away from him for so long, even if it could be one of the last times I might be making love to him.
A crushing pressure in my heart warns me that saying goodbye to him in the end will be the most painful thing I’ve ever done. I’ve never been good with goodbyes, and this one will be so much worse.
I push the fear aside and dwell on this moment, on this man.
Kyle carries me to the arena parking lot and lowers me next to the passenger side of his small rental car. He takes the crutches from Nik and places them in the backseat, then opens the passenger door for me. I climb in.
If it weren’t for my foot, we could have walked along the sea front by the marketplace. I can still do that with my crutches, but clearly Kyle has other plans in mind. He drives me back to his apartment as he asks questions about the trip and about my visit to the university. He seems as excited about my time at the university as I was about being there.
Normally we take the stairs to his floor, but given my situation, we’re forced to ride the elevator. The incredibly slow elevator. Or at least it’s slow until we’re inside it, kissing. Just as our kisses turn full-out hot, the damn elevator door pings open.
In his apartment, we can barely keep our hands off each other. A trail of clothes extends from the front door to his room, leaving us in only our underwear. And even that doesn’t last on us for long.
Kyle scoops me up again and I let my crutches fall to the floor. He lowers me onto the bed and joins me a heartbeat later as his lips find mine once more.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against them.
I kiss him back. “Good. I’ve missed you too.”
“I’ve thought about nothing since you left other than tasting you.” His tongue traces its way along my jaw and down my neck. Jolts of electricity fan out from each point of contact. I moan and my fingers draw a line down his back, relishing the strength of each muscle. I flash back to my first year anatomy class. If only that class had been this much fun, this exciting. If it had been, I might’ve gotten an A.
While my fingers explore his back, his explore another part of me. The mere touch of his fingers against the aching throb is enough to set off a small round of fireworks. It’s as if my body has been in a half-aroused state all weekend and his touch, his taste, his scent are all that was needed for me to ignite.
There’s something I want to try, but I’m not sure how to bring it up. Kyle knew what I wanted to do last time without me having to say it, but this time I won’t get so lucky. I open my mouth to speak, but the words are stilled on my tongue as he pushes my legs apart and his tongue sets off another round of fireworks.
“Christ, you’re so goddamn hot.” His equally hot breath blows against the aching throb as a finger slips inside me. It presses against me and another finger joins it.
His fingers don’t move, other than to apply pressure while his tongue continues its sweet torment. Once he’s close to bringing me to the brink of the abyss, he pulls away and kisses his way up my stomach.
Inch by slow inch, he makes me feel so desirable, I swear I’m about to explode from the intensity of it. But it also gives me the strength to be in charge for once, to let him know what I want.
I push myself up, forcing Kyle to sit, confusion on his face. He thinks I’ve changed my mind and I don’t want to have sex after all. I swirl my thumb against his tip, my eyes locked on his. Then I run my hand down his length and give it a light squeeze. The combination of lust, pride, need in his eyes sends a power-filled shudder through me. If there’s ever been a moment when I’ve felt incredibly sensual, this is it.
Kyle doesn’t move, as if sensing I want to take the lead on this. His half smile radiates pride at the person I’ve become in the last two months. I open his night-table drawer, and remove a foil package. Carefully, I rip it open, confidence bubbling inside me. No matter what I do, Kyle isn’t judging me. He’s encouraging me with each sound he makes, with each look of utter joy.
I roll the condom onto him, straddle his hips, and lower myself so his tip presses against my entrance. Then I slowly slide my body down the length of him, taking him deep.
Kyle releases a sound that is part groan, part my name. We keep our gazes focused on each other, nothing else in the world existing, and I move along him. He grabs hold of my hips and helps set the pace. I want to kiss him but I don’t want to tear my gaze from his. The fire in his eyes is pushing me closer to the edge and I don’t want to risk stumbling back and lose this incredible feeling. I’m so close, but I do hold back, not wanting to go over before Kyle is ready.
“Let go, Sofia,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back for me.”
Just hearing him say those words proves to be too much and I clench around him, screaming out. For a brief moment, I stop moving as I regain my senses. But then I remember I’m not on this journey alone and move against him again. Every nerve fiber in my body is on heightened alert. It doesn’t take long before the fire consumes me once more, only this time Kyle joins me.
He squeezes his eyes shut and I watch as a mix of pain and bliss washes over his expression. “Oh, God, Sofia.” The sound is guttural, erotic. I can’t help myself. I kiss him, long and hard, even though he probably wants nothing more than to collapse on the bed.
His hands travel up my back. One hand holds me tight against him, the other tangles in my hair. We kiss for a good minute or so before we drop to the bed, with Kyle still in me.
“I don’t want to move,” he murmurs in my ear. “I want to stay like this forever.”
“Sounds good to me,” I murmur back, one leg wrapped around his hip. But we can’t stay this way forever, as nice as it might sound.
Kyle rolls off me and disposes of the condom before joining me back in bed. We cuddle close, Kyle on his back, me half slung across him. His heat and delicious scent blankets me. Leaves me drowsy. The caressing circles his fingers draw on my back don’t help either.
I inhale a long slow breath. Maybe this isn’t the best time for what I have planned, but after what happened between us—the connection. The honesty. The trust—it’s time we talk.
“Can I ask you a question?”
