Awk-Weird (Ice Knights, #2)(40)

He said it like she always ended up with her breasts inches from his mouth every morning. Practically straddling him, one hand on his headboard and her sleep shirt hiked up around her waist, she tried her best to think of anything in the world to say at that moment.

“Hi, Cole.”

Fucking brilliant.

She sat back so she wasn’t in danger of smothering him with her tits. It wasn’t until she completed the move that she realized what a mistake she’d made. There was no mistaking the hard, thick length of him pressed against the center of her panties. Her body rejoiced. Her brain went into full meltdown. Her mouth went into overdrive.

“Pregnant women experience greater sensitivity in their breasts and vulva because of increased blood flow—often that means more pleasurable sex.” Time to shut up now, Tess. “There’s also increased natural lubrication and the woman’s clit becomes more sensitive.” I need Gorilla Glue for my mouth. “Masturbation during pregnancy can be a great tension reliever and orgasms can be a welcome break from the less fun parts of pregnancy, such as morning sickness.”

And she was going to wash away on a wave from Typhoon You’re a Dumb-ass. Her cheeks were burning and her chest was the kind of tight that came with putting on a two-sizes-too-small sports bra.

“Are you masturbating a lot?” he asked, his voice rough from just waking up and something more.

“Define ‘a lot.’” She really needed to find a doctor who could install a filter between her brain and her mouth.

“Christ, Tess.” He lifted his other hand so both were palm down on her thighs, not pressing, not teasing, just there, steady and constant. “Let me help.”

Unable to stop herself, she rocked her hips, sliding her quickly dampening still-pantie-covered core against him. “It’s not a good idea.”

“Not at all.” He tightened his grip, holding her close as she rubbed against him.

“I don’t care.”

And that was the truth of it—and it wasn’t just the hormones. There was something about Cole that had nothing to do with how he looked—although let’s get real, it didn’t hurt—that touched her in a place she hadn’t realized was there. That’s why they’d had that night at the wedding, it was why she’d agreed to move in, and it was why she was where she was right now instead of halfway across the room.

“Can I help you, Tess?” His hand glided over her skin, dipping under the hem of her sleep shirt and coming to rest near the edge of her panties, the rough pads of his thumbs teasing the inside of her thighs. “Offer a little relief?”

It was almost too much, the sensations, the want, the have-to-have. Her clit was aching for more than the friction of rubbing against him. She needed more, and it was silencing all the you-shouldn’ts and be-carefuls that constantly swirled around in her head.

She trailed her hands across his chest, the springy curls dusting the top of his pecs tickling her fingers. “You’d do that for me?”

He arched his hips up off the bed with just the right amount of desperate force. “Believe me, you would not be the only one benefitting.”

“Are you jerking off a lot?” She traced the hard edges of his abs as she tugged her lip between her teeth, needing the reminder not to move too fast.

He sucked in a breath, and his eyes flicked shut for a moment. “All the fucking time since you got here.” He moved against her, the tips of his fingers pressing into the fleshy part of her hips. “Tess. Please. Tell me what you want.”

Letting go of all the doubts, she reached for the bottom of her sleep shirt and pulled it off. “You.”

His gaze moved over her as solid as a touch, from her mouth to the curve of her breasts to the not-very-apparent dip of her waist to her navy striped panties with the little anchors on them as she moved against him, desperate for the kind of wet friction she couldn’t get as long as they were both dressed.

“I want to taste you first.” His words came out harsh, needy. “I want to see this super-sensitive clit of yours, lick it, suck on it, feel you come on my face. Then I want to feel you riding my cock, taking as much of me as you need. Do you want that?”

It took her a second to realize he meant that as an actual question, not a rhetorical one because who in the hell said no to that coming from Cole Phillips?

“Oh my God, yes,” she said, recalling the rest only as a last-ditch effort to remember her place in all of this—temporary. “But this doesn’t change anything. It’s for relief only.”

One side of his mouth tilted upward even as his hands were leaving a trail of wanton desire as he brought them up to her waist. “Medicinal fucking?”

“Exactly.”

She’d barely gotten the word out before she was on her back, her legs straight up in the air and Cole working her panties off.

Then there were no more words, not from either of them, because the moment his tongue circled her aching clit, they weren’t necessary. They had their own language of touch and feel and pleasure. His hands slipped underneath her ass and he lifted her higher, changing the angle as he feasted on her pussy. Every lick, every slow lap around her clit, around her opening, left her panting and begging for more. And when he added his fingers to the mix, teasing her as he tongued her wet folds, it was more than she could take. Her orgasm started as a buzzing in her thighs that exploded upward and outward, making her entire body bow as she cried out so much sooner than she’d ever expected.