Parental Guidance (Ice Knights #1)(52)

And just when she thought she was going to make it, he dropped his hand away from his now-open zipper and walked toward her, his strides solid and bold. He stopped just out of reach.

She looked up at him, all solid muscle and cocksure attitude. “You are not nice.”

“Never said I was.” He didn’t even crack a smile. The man was as close to the edge of his self-control as she was. “If you want to keep going, you have to take them off.”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t a one-person show.” He cupped her chin, the pad of his thumb grazing her bottom lip, dipping inside her mouth, and retreating. “Not for me. Not for you.” He leaned down, delivering a brief, hard kiss before straightening back up. “We’re in this together.”

Heart pounding loud enough that she was surprised he couldn’t hear it, she reached out, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, and pulled them down. Damn, he was glorious. There was nothing miniaturized about him. Hard and smooth, his cock was like the rest of him, almost too much and just the right amount at the same time.

She wrapped her hand around his width, stroking up and down his length, testing the pace and her grip. When she sped up just a bit, she was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from him and a few drops of pre-cum on his tip. Using her thumb, she smoothed it around, then dipped her head and took him in her mouth.

“Zara, holy shit, that feels amazing.”

She reached down, lower, cupping his balls as she took him in deep and shallow over and over again, loving the feel of him, until he stepped back.

“I’d like to take my time with you tonight, but I can’t promise that this first time.”

She swallowed. Hard. “First?”

“If you think we’re stopping with one, then you have the wrong guy, because I’m going to fuck you until you are wrung out, satisfied, and too dick drunk to ask for one more orgasm.”

“I’ve heard promises before.” She was going for unimpressed, but it came out breathy and hungry even to her own ears.

“Well, I deliver,” he said, his voice low and the best kind of dangerous. “Now get those clothes off.”

…

Caleb was going to die from lack of oxygen going to his brain, right here in the next thirty seconds. He was okay with that as long as he got to touch her first.

That was as close as he could come to processing the feeling of watching Zara strip. That night when he’d fallen asleep on her couch? That had been a rush of lust so strong it had swept both of them along. Tonight couldn’t be like that. It needed to be deliberate. He wasn’t joking when he’d said this was about them. He’d meant every word.

Her chin high, her eyes daring him, she raised the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. All the air he didn’t realize he still had in his lungs came out in a whoosh. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, letting it fall away and giving him a view of her full tits, dotted with freckles, tipped with stiff nipples he couldn’t wait to touch. Next came her jeans. She stood up and made fast work of those, kicking them off so they went sailing across the room, landing with a soft thump near her closet. Still watching him, a coy smile playing at her lips because she knew exactly what she was doing to him, she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her black panties and started to lower them.

“Wait,” he said, blood pounding in his ears.

She cocked her head to the side but paused.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you sent that picture.”

Smoothing her hands over the black lace, she let her touch linger against her hips. “You liked that one?”

He moved behind her, pressing close so that his cock was against the small of her back. “You know the answer to that.”

Reaching around, he cupped her tits, taking her nipples between his fingers and rolling them, tugging them. As he continued his explorations, moving from her tits, to the small of her waist, to the flare of her hips, he listened for the changes in her response, circling back to repeat the things that had her mewling with pleasure and arching into his touch. Listening to her, feeling her respond, sent a rush through him that turned his dick to iron. It was good, so fucking good, but it wasn’t enough.

Without letting go, he nudged her toward the extended edge of her platform bed that stuck out a few inches past her mattress. “Step up.”

Her cheeks were flush and her eyes hazy when she shot him a questioning look over her shoulder, but she did it. The move brought her up half a foot, bringing their bodies more in line. He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her back until she was firm against him, his dick nestled against the firm curve of her ass.

Dipping his head so his lips were against the sensitive spot behind her ear, he kissed her. “I’ve got you.”

Then he slid his fingers under the lace of her panties. Her breath hitched when he parted her tight curls and didn’t start again until he brushed over the hard tip of her clit.

“You’re so wet for me.” He kept his voice low, each word coming out ragged because he was a man on the verge of losing it. But he wouldn’t—couldn’t—yet. “Is this what you like, me touching you like this?”

“So good.” She laid her head back against him and widened her stance.

He glided his fingers lower, exploring her soft folds and noting when she tensed, when she went slack, and when she let out a strained “fuck yes.” Tuning in to her was like the best part of being out on the ice before a game—it was all possibility and anticipation. Sinking a finger inside her slick entrance, he curled it forward, pressing and rubbing against the bundle of nerves there while he used his thumb to circle and press against her clit.