Page 44 of Fire and Ice
When they finished eating, they cleaned the table and went into the kitchen.
“That smells amazing.” He nodded toward the casserole dish. “What is it?”
She gave him an impish look. “It’s a dessert from an old family recipe that you’ll never get out of me.”
He grinned and tugged a lock of her hair. “Wanna bet?”
“Yep.” She lightly smacked his hand with hers and smiled, then she headed for the oven.
She took one of the Santa potholders she’d purchased on Friday at the Christmas festival and used it to take the lid off the dish. “It’s white chocolate bread pudding.”
She spooned it into two dishes. She drizzled white chocolate sauce over the crispy top.
As soon as they were sitting, Grady dug in. He immediately gave an orgasmic groan. “Oh, God, this is incredible. I am so getting this recipe from you.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
They chatted comfortably while they had the bread pudding. After dessert, they cleaned the dishes and put them away. Then they put on their jackets and went for a walk. The evening was chilly, with the sky clear and stars sparkling overhead. A dog barked in the distance, and a cat yowled.
They enjoyed the Christmas lights and decorations as they walked for a good half hour before returning to the house.
“What movie would you like to watch?” She looked for the remote as they stood in front of the TV. “I think there are a couple of new movies out that we haven’t watched yet.”
He caught her off guard by turning her so that she was now in his embrace. He drew her close, so their bodies touched from her breasts to her thighs. Her body heated up, and her nipples grew taut against his hard chest.
His kiss was as warm and delicious as expensive wine as it traveled over her tongue and down to her belly. She gave a soft moan into his mouth, a sigh of pleasure that skimmed her flesh. She was on fire, and that fire would consume them both.
He trailed his fingers down her sides to the waistband of her skirt, his touch causing her to shiver and her breasts to ache.
The most intense sensations gripped her. She needed him, wanted him.
Grady’s voice came out low and husky. “I need to go home.”
She met his gaze. “Why?”
He focused intently on her, pain in his gaze. “I want you too badly right now, and?—”
Chelsea cut him off. “Sit down.” She grasped Grady’s hand and led him to the overstuffed couch. He sat in the middle, holding both of her hands as she stood over him. She put one knee on the cushion and slid down, straddling his hips.
He blew out his breath as she scooted up so her heated center was over the hard ridge behind his jeans. He rubbed his palms up and down her upper arms. “You do know that I may not be able to let you go. Abort now if you have any second thoughts.”
“Danger, Will Robinson.” She gave him a sensual smile before she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him. He groaned, and she braced her palms on his shoulders as she rocked on his lap.
Her heart thrummed, and she grasped his hands and moved them to her breasts. His heated palms and the way he brushed his thumbs over her nipples caused her to gasp as the most amazing sensations made her feel more alive than she could remember feeling since she’d competed on ice.
Alive and free.
A gasp escaped her, and she caught her breath. She’d never been so sensitive to touch before. She thrust her breasts forward and tilted her head back as she rocked in his lap.
Dear God. He made her crazy with his touch, his mouth, his scent.
She grasped the plunging neckline of her blouse and pulled it wide before she tugged her lacy pink bra down and beneath her breasts so that they jutted out, large and free.
He caught one of her nipples in his mouth and lightly sucked. The exquisite warmth and flicks of his tongue caused her to moan and squirm on his lap. She needed him so badly that she didn’t think she could wait any longer. She was tempted to take him now. All she would need to do was free his erection, pull aside her panties, and slide him inside her.
“You’re so responsive to me.” His murmured words had an edge to them. “It’s like you were made for me.”
“Yes…” She hissed the word as she moved her hips forward and back, rubbing herself against him, trying to assuage the need within.
