Page 21 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
I chuckle, not because it's funny, but because I'm so goddamn happy I feel like I might explode apart.
We're both a mess. My hair is wild, her cheeks are flushed, and we're both trembling with anticipation.
I've never considered myself a patient man. On the ice, I wait for openings, sure, but in real life? Fuck no. I want what I want, and I want it now.
But with Dani, slow is the only speed that matters.
I kiss her everywhere. Every. Fucking. Where. Her mouth, her chin, the hollow of her collarbone. She tastes like sleep and vanilla, the sweetest combination. My hands move like I'm starved—down her back, across her ribs, my thumbs skimming the underside of her perfect tits.
She arches into my touch, and the sound she makes—soft, shocked, needy—lightsme up like a damn Christmas tree.
"Thought about doing this every time you had your hands on me, Sunshine," I murmur.
I kiss down her chest, wrapping my tongue around one hard nipple, and she shivers. Her hands are in my hair again, dragging me closer. She's breathing hard, already wound tight.
I let my hands drift down before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. And then I pause, looking up at her, just to make sure. "Can I?"
She nods, wild-eyed, but I need to hear the words.
"Say it, Dani," I murmur, my voice a thick rasp. "Tell me you want this."
She blushes—fuck, she's so cute—but there's steel in her gaze. "I want you," she whispers. "Please."
I slide her panties off, tossing them somewhere over my shoulder. I doubt they'll be found until next Christmas. And then I just stare for a second, because she's even more beautiful than I imagined, all bare and pink and dripping wet.
She tries to close her legs like she wants to hide from me, but I catch her knees and spread them, settling between her thighs.
"Goddamn," I whisper, meaning it. Goddamn, she's perfect. Goddamn, I can't believe this is all for me. Goddamn, I think I may have actually died and gone to heaven yesterday.
"Trent," she whimpers.
I stroke her inner thigh, reveling in the way she tenses and melts beneath my touch. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every gasp and moan.
I kiss lower, nipping at her lower belly, then her hip bones, and then the soft flesh of her thigh. She's so wet already. I smell her tangy sweetness, and my fucking mouth waters.
She squirms, gasping, and I grin against her skin. Am I allowed to keep her here, just like this, forever?
"I want to taste you," I whisper. Actually, I'm dying to taste her, but I don't want to get this wrong. It's too goddamn important. This isn't some game. It'sher. Dani. The woman I think I've been waiting to find for half my goddamn life.
She looks down at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair wild, and laughs softly. "If you don't, I might actually die."
"We can't have that." I bury my face between her legs, and she makes this strangled sound that echoes in my bones. Her taste hits my system like a wrecking ball, annihilating me. She's so damn sweet and juicy.
I start slow, a teasing flick of my tongue to get her used to me. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to spread her wide and devour her like a fucking beast. Everything in me screams for that, but I hold back, waiting until she's rocking impatiently against my face.
Her hands find my head, her fingers twisting up in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Why does that feel so good, Trent?" she groans, and I realize that she's never done this before.
That realization hits me like a bomb. I'm her first, the one she trusts with every part of herself.
God, I want to ruin her for anyone else.
I go harder, licking and sucking, until she's trembling and panting. She tries to stifle her moans, but fuck that. I want to hear her lose it.
She does.
Her legs clamp around my head, her thighs shaking. She comes with a gasp so sweet I damn near come all over myself. I don't let up as she convulses beneath me, licking her through it, milking every last ounce of pleasure until she goes limp beneath me.
