Awk-Weird (Ice Knights, #2)(70)

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?” He adjusted his stance so his left leg held their combined weight and flicked off one shoe, repositioned, and then did the same with the other. “Hold tight.”

She clutched his shoulders and hooked her ankles together. “You’re not gonna…”

“Yes I am.” He let go of her.

A few heartbeats and a few body shifts later and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering. Then he shoved his jeans down and kicked them off.

“You doing okay?”

She glanced down his back to his high and round naked ass. “More than okay.”

“Then keep holding on.”

He reached behind his head and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, pulling it upward so it went over his head and hung between them, his arms still in it.

Wrapping a strong arm around her waist, he dipped his head and nipped at her earlobe. “Let go.”

She didn’t think about it, didn’t wonder what would happen next, she just trusted him and unwrapped her arms from his neck. He held onto her with one arm while freeing the other from his sleeve and then used his newly shirt-free arm to hold onto her while he repeated the process on the other side.

“Practice that often?” she asked as he dropped his shirt to the ground.

He winked. “Never before you.”

Because all she wanted to say after that was everything, she kissed him instead, teasing him with her tongue, tasting him, talking without words but putting everything out there. It was like there was a ticking clock only she could hear reminding her that her time with Cole was limited. Before all of that could sink in, though, and pull her down, he carried her over to the wall until her back was against the cool blue paint.

“Put your feet down,” he said.

Without hesitation, she did. He lifted her arms, wrapped one hand around her wrists, and let the other glide over her skin. He cupped her breast, lifting it, squeezing it, and rolling her nipple between his fingers before tugging it tight. Sensation sparking throughout her body, she let out a shaky moan of pleasure.

“I love hearing you make that sound,” he said, his lips hot against the upper swell of her breasts, tracing the curves with a reverence that left her breathless. He let her arms go and dropped his hand to her core. “Still so wet and tight for me. Are you gonna come again all over my dick like I want?”

“So cocky.” Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the tips nearly touching, and stroked him firm and sure. “What if I change things up? Jerk you off until you come all over my belly?”

He hissed out a harsh breath and shuddered. “Another time. Right now, I want to be inside you, fill you up, make you mine.”

Another time? Make you mine? Her hand stilled. It wasn’t role-playing so much as it was not denying the fantasy. That was okay. She could take that even if his words did hit her like the sharp slap of an icy breeze in December.

“Tess?” He stilled. “We can stop whenever you want.”

“It’s not that.” She resumed the leisurely rhythm of her hand on his dick, being sure to circle the head with her thumb and spread out the pre-cum pooling there. “I want you in me right now, too.”

“Are you sure?”

She slid down to her knees and licked her lips as she looked up at him. “Why don’t you let me show you just how sure I am.”

Then she took his cock in her mouth, taking him deep, nearly all the way to the base, and gliding her hands over his lean hips to the curve of his ass and pulling him closer, taking him until his length knocked against the back of her throat.

“Fucking hell, Tess.” He pressed his palms against the wall above her and began to thrust his hips forward, pushing and withdrawing from her mouth as she rolled his balls and gripped his ass. “That feels so damn good.”

She swirled her tongue around his dick, lapping against the pulsing vein on the bottom, as her only response. One, two, three more times he pushed into her mouth before pulling away and taking a step back. Before she could anticipate what would happen next, he changed up on her, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her up and into the air. Again her back was against the wall, her legs were wrapped around him, and his hands cupped her ass. Anticipation had the air crackling around them, and her heart was beating faster than she’d ever thought possible.

Cole lifted her up another few inches and then pulled her down on his cock, sheathing himself inside her. They both let out a desperate groan of satisfaction. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Then he moved and she rotated her hips in time with each stroke and she lost track of anything else except how it felt to be with Cole right now and right here.

Leaning forward, she captured his mouth and let her hands roam over his sinewy shoulders and back, needing to touch him and feel him everywhere. His muscles moved under her fingertips as he thrust into her, one hand on her ass to hold her in place and the other behind her head to protect her.

“Tess.” Her name came out half plea, half demand. “I’m so close.”

“Then fuck me hard.” She lifted her hips, circling them and arching against him, changing the angle and urging him to go faster. “Right there—right fucking there.”

A ball of energy inside her tightened, flared outward, collapsed in on itself and then built back up as she rode him, holding on to his slick shoulders as she kissed him like a woman who knew she wouldn’t get to again. And then, before she was ready, before she had a chance to realize it was coming, her orgasm hit, washing over her and taking away everything but her and Cole and this single moment.