Destiny on Ice (Boys of Winter #1)(50)

Shifting from one foot to the other, she says, “Yeah, I do.”

In a husky voice, I go on. “It was actually really hot, Aubrey. I only wish I’d walked in on you sooner and caught you in the act.”

She takes a step back. “Uh, maybe we should talk about something else.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess just because.” Clearly trying to change the subject, she says, “Hey, can you toss Al over to me? I should put him away.”

I’m making her nervous. She doesn’t trust herself alone like this with me. Well, we’re even on that count. I’ve officially lost all control around her.

I take another step closer. “Aubrey, we should talk.”

Ignoring what I’m saying, she remains focused on the stupid green alligator. “Did you know Al is Lainey’s prized possession from childhood?” she tells me. “No, how could you know that? Well, anyway, he is. He’s kind of like a good luck charm to her.” Hmm, maybe he’ll work for me too and I’ll get lucky. “She forgot him here last time she stayed with me. We’ve been goofing around about him ever since.”

“You’re rambling,” I say quietly.

Aubrey sighs. ”We should go back downstairs.”

“Like that sounds convincing,” I murmur.

Another step closer and I can see in her eyes that she wants me as much as I want her. Despite the fact that she’s been backing away from me the whole time I’ve been approaching, her body language tells a different story. It’s a story that says, Come and get me, Brent.

So I do.

The bed is behind her and there’s nowhere to go. So, taking the final step to close the gap completely, I give her a choice. “We can go back downstairs if you really want. Or we can stay right here. Either way, Aubrey, here or there, I am going to kiss you. And then I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

“What’s that?” she rasps, swallowing hard.

“Make you come so hard you scream out my name and beg me for more. I want you so dizzy with me that you can’t even think.”

“Brent,” she breathes out.

Cocking a brow, I ask, “So, Aubrey, what’s it going to be?”

Flustered, she asks, “What was the question again?”

I toss Al onto the bed. “Do you want it here…or do you want it downstairs?”

“I want it here,” she whispers.

Her arms slide up around my neck and I feel her giving in, relinquishing control over to me. “I want you, Brent. I have for so long now. We shouldn’t do this, but I’m done fighting what I feel.”

“I’m done fighting it too,” I say.

And then my lips crash into hers.





Giving In Never Felt So Good





This kiss is better than the one before.

That time was amazing, yes, but this is out-of-this-world good. First, Brent isn’t drunk this time around. And secondly, there are no doorbells ringing.

Plus, I think I might be in love with Brent Oliver.

Oh my God, am I?

I can’t think about that right now.

He lays me back gently on my bed, his lips never leaving mine. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs when we finally come up for air.

“Me too,” I breathe out.

And then we’re done talking. Lips meet again, mouths open, and tongues intertwine. With our bodies pressed together, he slides his hand between us and up under my shirt.

When he grazes a nipple through the sheer bra I’m wearing, I moan out a totally wanton, “Mmm, Brent.”

He feels so good, even with just this little bit of foreplay. What will more feel like?

Peering down into my eyes as I wonder, he mistakes my contemplation as hesitation. “Should I stop?” he asks.

That question is easy to answer. “You better not.”

“Just checking,” he says, chuckling.

He lifts my shirt to just above my breasts, and then he unsnaps my bra. Rocking back on his heels, he lifts up the hem of his own tee.

God, his washboard abs are totally lickable.

It’s like watching the sexiest slo-mo commercial ever when Brent pulls his shirt over his head. When he’s done, he leans forward and tugs my leggings down. Low, low, lower, my panties go along for the ride. I try to kick them away, along with my shoes, but while my sneakers slip off successfully and drop to the floor, Brent stops me before I can make short work of the leggings and undies.

With the garments wrapped around my calf, and my shirt still pulled up to just above my breasts, he rasps, “No, leave your clothes like that. I want you like this for now. Not completely naked, but half dressed. You look vulnerable, Aubrey. I never see that side of you. Not really, not like this.”

Ooh, I can be vulnerable for him. I’m open to whatever he wants. As long as I get what I want too—him naked.

“I’ll leave my clothes half on, Brent. But I want all of yours off.”

His clothes are discarded in no time at all, and when his cock springs free from his boxers, I can’t help but blurt out, “Wow! Your dick is way bigger than I thought.”

Did I really just say that? By the smug look on his face, I must have.