Awk-Weird (Ice Knights, #2)(41)

“The websites did not lie,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “That was crazy fast.”

Cole looked up from between her splayed legs, his mouth still wet with her. “Good thing we aren’t done yet.”

…

There was nothing more in the world that Cole wanted to do at that moment than to be buried deep in Tess as she squeezed his cock when she came for a second time, but two things stopped him. One, she was pregnant and, while he knew on one level that he wouldn’t harm the kid, he’d never fucked anyone in this situation before and it was a little disconcerting. Two, he didn’t have a condom. Rising up so he was over her, he looked down at her and the knowing look she gave him as he tried to figure out how to broach the subject.

“If you are waiting because you don’t have any protection,” Tess said, tracing his jawline with her full lips, “I think the U.S.S. Knocked Up already sailed.”

“What about other stuff?”

“I’m clean.” She nipped his collarbone before kissing the spot with her sweet mouth. “You?”

“Yes.” Damn, it was hard to think with her talented mouth on him, teasing him until his cock was aching. “You’re the only one I’ve had sex with in the past six months since…”

“Marti,” she finished for him, her tone carefully neutral.

It was still a gut punch.

“Don’t tense up, Cole,” Tess said, lying back, her gaze moving away from his face. “It’s not like we’re anything but temporary.”

Cole couldn’t explain it, couldn’t deconstruct the whys, but that one statement made him clamp his jaw shut to the point where his molars might be in jeopardy. And because he didn’t have the words to explain what he was feeling, let alone what he was going to do about it. So he’d do the one thing he could. Show her.

He eased back a bit so that his face was level with her tits as he continued to prop himself up on his forearms above her. “You said these were sensitive.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“So when I do this, is it too much?” He dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over the hard tip of her nipple.

She let out a shaky sigh. “No.”

“And this?” He grazed his teeth over it, nipping lightly.

The soft moan of “fuck yes” and the way she let her head fall back answered that.

“What about this?” He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth as he cupped her tit, teasing her with his touch.

“That is fucking fantastic.”

He took his time going from one breast to the other, touching her, letting the morning scruff on his jaw rub about her, and toying with her until she was writhing on the bed, nothing but heady sighs and desperate moans. Then he went lower, kissing his way down to the apex of her thighs where she was still slick and soft from coming. He licked her, needing another fix of her pleasure, knowing it wouldn’t be enough and that he wasn’t sure it ever would be.

Temporary.

The word was like an annoying drumbeat somewhere down below the surface of his consciousness, fighting its way to the surface. But he wouldn’t let it get there. Not now. This moment was about Tess.

Turning onto his back, he brought her with him so she was astride him again. Yes, he couldn’t hurt the baby, he wasn’t that delusional about it, but he still wanted her to take control, to get what she needed, what she wanted.

“Set the pace,” he said, his voice hoarse from want. “I’ll do my best to follow.”

Tess lifted her hips but paused with his cock practically at her slick entrance. “What if I want you to take control, to fuck me like you did at the wedding—until I can’t think anymore?”

That had been the night that had started it all. It had gone from kiss to touch to him on his knees with his head under her skirt in less time than it took to kill a major penalty. And it hadn’t stopped there. They’d been insatiable, frantic, and raw with each other. No preset routines. No carefully thought-out plans. And she wanted more of that? Oh, he could definitely go there.

He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a demanding kiss that left her with a dazed expression as she sat back up.

“If that’s what you want,” he said, “then lower that sweet pussy of yours down and ride my cock so I can watch your tits and see myself slide in and out of you.”

For a second, she didn’t say anything, didn’t move. Fuck. He’d crossed the line. This was why he always followed the script, held back, and—most importantly—kept his mouth shut. Except when it came to Tess. That unregulated side of him always seemed to make an appearance with her. He was about to offer an apology, go back to his usual bedroom routine, but then Tess got this look in her eyes that sent a shiver straight to his balls.

“I want it just like that.” She reached down to where they were nearly joined and wrapped her hands tight around his dick. “I want that wild, no-holds-barred, I’d-do-just-about-anything-to-fuck-you-right-now that we had that night. I don’t want easy and slow.” She jacked him one, two, three times until pre-cum covered the tip of his cock. “I want this.”

She lowered herself onto his cock, her warmth surrounding him as she took him in all the way. Then she started moving against him, riding him hard and fast, chasing that sense of completion, that toe-curling blast of pleasure that took them out of the moment and out of themselves. Again and again, he watched his cock move in and out of her as she undulated her hips. God, she was going to kill him with this, and he wouldn’t be complaining.