Page 31 of Thaw My Heart
Cody and I couldn’t even make it out of the elevator before we lunged at each other, kissing fervently and bumping into everything as we stumbled in a blurry rush to get inside his room. The minute his mouth was on mine, I knew I was doomed.
My fingers go through his hair and I tug gently, almost sorry to put space between his lips and my body. But I have no words in me right now. All I can vocalize are tiny whimpers. I squirm underneath him, desperate to feel the friction on that one little center of my body from the bulge in his pants.
Cody strokes my hair gently, tenderly away from my face, his eyes staying on mine. I love having him close like this. But I want him closer.I want him to ease his way down to unbutton my jeans. I want to feel the heat of his lower half, hisnakedlower half, against my naked lower half. Simply being shirtless is not enough. Nothing will ever be enough until I have all of him. I’m certain of it.
It’s probably the alcohol talking, but right now, it’s as though I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. So, wordlessly, I nod.
His hands ease down to the waist of my jeans, slowly, carefully, not in any rush. We have all the time in the world. And I love that he makes it feel that way. I’ve never seen him like this before. Part of me is scared, but part of me is elated. He might be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, from his luscious hair messed up by desperate fingers, to his eyes lidded with lust, to his lips parted in exertion.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I know it’s wrong. I think maybe that’s what makes it feel so right.My best friend’s brother.How cliché can we be?
I know we have time, but I am excited. Impatient and needy. I pull him closer again and breathe in the thick, seductive scent of him. Finally, I can feel him, the hardness where the crotch of his jeans meets mine. A moan escapes me, as he rocks his hipsinto me, and I have to fight the urge not to yell out at him tojust be inside of me already. But God, do I want it.
“You make me crazy, Darcy,” he grunts out, his tone assuring me just how needy he is, too. For me. Cody wantsme. His breathing is rough and deep, his fingers slow and careful. He delicately glides his hands down my back and then slides them into my jeans. All the while, his breath stays inches from my skin. His lips hardly lift away from me when he emits a small string of muttered swear words. Moving slowly like this is torture for him, but I can tell he still wants it this way. He knows it will be worth it.
I swallow thickly as he finally eases my jeans down until they slide the rest of the way to my ankles. Then he kisses his way from my neck, to my lips, down my chin, on my chest, over my breasts—but not my nipples even though I so wish he would—and on my upper belly as he hooks his fingers through my burgundy lace panties. I’m burning for him. Sizzling. As hot as lava. He inches them down ever so slowly, like he’s giving me the chance to back out. But I don’t. And I won’t. I want him as much as I can tell he wants me. An inhuman amount.
He stands back, his washboard abs glistening with sweat, once my panties are gone. “Jesus, Darcy,” he breathes, taking in all of me, fully naked now apart from my black bra—dang it, I should have matched my underwear set when I got dressed this morning—and sprawled on the bed, my legs still draped over the edge of it. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Of course he doesn’t care if my bra and panties match. What is the matter with me? Why do I suddenly feel sober? Nervous?
He kneels down in front of me, and I close my eyes. When I feel his heavy breaths on my thighs, I relax again. It’s such a turn-on, his being near me causing him to breathe like this. He leans in closer, placing his hands on my thighs and squeezingthem tight, and my knees start to shake. I feel weak. It’s like my heart is going to pound right out of my chest.
“Please, Cody,” I whine in anticipation. He kisses my thigh in response. Then he does it again on the opposite thigh. Leisurely, he places gentle kisses that trail closer and closer to my pulsating, hot, begging center.
“I’ve wanted this. You,” he whispers. I don’t know how long I’ve felt the same. All I know is that I want this, too. So much. Right now.
He doesn’t even wait for me to react to the words. It leaves me wondering if he’s even realized he said them out loud.
His head dives into the junction of my thighs. His hands squeeze my hips and drag down the sides of my legs as he pulls me open wider and delves his velvety tongue into my folds, slowly bringing his tongue all the way up to the bud, just for a split second, then slowly back down.
I quiver underneath him and let out unintentional cries. I don’t know how soundproof these rooms are. And I don’t care. I wouldn’t be able to be quieter unless I stuffed a pillow over my face. Or maybe had his dick inside my mouth.
Cody keeps the pace agonizingly slow, squeezing me tightly, emitting low guttural noises as he tastes me. My hands don’t know where to go. They grab his hair. The sheets. They reach for a headboard that is too far back because of how low down we are on the bed. The feeling of his tongue is entirely too tantalizing. I could stay like this all fucking night. Just like this. I’m not ready for the climax. I never want this to be over.
But I can’t help myself. It’s an instinctual reaction, to move my hips and grind against his mouth as I grab his hair and urge him to go just a little bit faster. I want this to last, but it feels so fucking good that I also want more. I want to get there. My body is at war with my brain.
Cody gets the hint and immediately picks up the pace. He wants to move at whatever speed I choose. I didn’t know guys could be so giving. I didn’t think it was in their nature.
“Oh, fuck, Cody!” I cry out, tugging even harder at his hair, withbothhands, moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth, his tongue flicking my clit multiple times every time he glides back up to it before gliding back down and hitting my opening, dipping inside.
My body tenses. It’s building. Sizzling, burning, like the rope at the end of a firework, steadily climbing until it reaches its peak…
“Fuck, Cody, don’t stop. I-I’m going to…” I can’t even finish my sentence, because that’s when I explode. Unravel. Seize up. I cry out and gasp and writhe underneath his tongue, and Cody knows just when to pull away, right after it gets just too sensitive to handle.
He gets to his feet, smiling at me from the foot of the bed. I lay there, spent, in awe, feeling like I must be dreaming.
“That was perfect,” he tells me in a low voice with a smolder on his face. “Seriously. You’re perfect.”
Wait. What’s he saying?
I try and catch my breath and work out the way to reply, but then he speaks again.
“We don’t have to do anything else, Darcy. I mean it.”
“No!” I gasp out, propping up on my elbows, my eyes widening almost in horror. For some reason, I can’t bear the thought of this being over right now. I want to tastehimtoo. “Cody…”
I don’t need to say anything else. He climbs back on top of me in an instant, and I bring his mouth to mine and press my lips to his with force. I claw at his back and grip his neck and tangle my hands in his hair. He emits a moan into my mouth, and my hands move down his chest to his pants, finally unbuttoningthem. As I do so, he scoops me up with ease and pushes us both further up the bed, resting my head gently on a pillow before he climbs off of me, standing at the foot of the bed again to remove his jeans. I sit up as he does so, wanting to watch him fully, and also wanting to remove my bra the same time his briefs come off.
