The Newcomer (Thunder Point #2)(38)

“Cold,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Hot,” he said. “Real hot.”

She put the container on the table and fed him another spoonful, immediately offering her mouth, which he took, letting her lick the ice cream from him.

And he got harder.

“I thought we’d make it till sunset,” he said. “I don’t think we will...”

“Dessert first?” she asked.

“Dessert all night, maybe. Want to play a little ice cream game?”

“I do,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Me, either. I bet we get the hang of it right away.”

“I’ve never been this alone with you before,” she reminded him. It was always catch as catch can at either her house or his, always the possibility someone might come home unexpectedly, a reality that made them far too quick about their lovemaking. But they were alone in the woods, on a lake, doors locked, a carton of ice cream handy. “Oh, God,” she said, rubbing up against him.

He led her the short distance to the bed. The fire was blazing, the room was dim and pleasant, and he put the carton down. He slowly undressed her, intermittently sharing a bite of ice cream with her. When she was naked, he got rid of his clothes as quickly as possible, joining her on the bed. Her hand went to his raging hard-on and he groaned.

“I better cool you down,” he said hoarsely. He grabbed himself a mouthful of ice cream and kissed her, but before he’d let her scoop it out of his mouth, he covered her erect nipple with the sweet ice cream and she arched against him. Her nipple got harder and he moved to the other one, licking and sucking.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. He moved back to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She smiled against his lips. “Who knew?”

“Turn you on, baby?”

“See for yourself,” she challenged.

He slid his hand over her flat tummy and with curious fingers, found her ready for him. But he wasn’t done with her.

He trailed another mouthful of ice cream over her belly button, then down to the apex of her legs, pushing them apart, putting his cold mouth on her soft moist folds, licking her hard. She squirmed under him, pushing herself against his mouth, the sweet noises that came from her making him pleasure her even more. He took another mouthful, just enough to make his tongue cold, then went after her again, holding her h*ps down while he lapped at her. Her fingers threaded through his hair and wouldn’t release him until he lifted his head, only long enough to grab a little more ice cream, torturing her in the best possible way.

He went back to her mouth, whispering against her lips. “I have to get in you,” he said. “I can’t wait another second.”

“Want me to cool you down?” she offered.

“No. I want you to come.” And with that he entered, drove deep and hard, one hand on her butt, the other on the back of her head, holding her mouth against his. He growled with the effort it took to hold back long enough for her to make her moment. Thankfully it didn’t take long. He moved a little, deep in her, and she clenched, bit his lip, whimpered, and he felt her wonderful spasms. She held him tight, wrapped her legs around him to hold him and went a little wild with her cl**ax. There was nothing more for him to do but join her and it was shattering. His eyes watered with the intensity and he flew. For a few seconds there he was in another solar system.

And then, panting, they slowly came back to earth. He lifted his head enough to look down into her eyes. “When I’m in you like this, I feel like I could lift the world.”

She smiled sleepily. “We’re all sticky.”

“I’ll shower you,” he promised. “But I might make you sticky all over again. You make me wild.” He kissed her lightly. “I have to admit, I never looked forward to a shower so much. Or to ice cream. In fact, I don’t think I ever liked ice cream this much before.”

She laughed softly.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever look at a pint of vanilla the same way again.”

“Good.” He stroked the hair back from her brow. “Gina, I want you to know something. Even though I was married, I never had anything like this. You’re brand-new. And I love you more than you can imagine.”

She put a palm against his cheek. “I know, Mac. Somehow I know. And I’ve never spent the night with a man before....”

He pulled back in surprise, holding himself up with his arms. “Seriously?”

“I dated, I had a relationship with one guy that included sex, but I had Ashley. I didn’t stay away from her overnight. Besides, I never felt like this before.”

He was quiet for a minute, just looking down at her. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Hmm?”

“We really have to find a way to get married....”

“Mac, our lives are a complete disaster....”

“I know,” he said. “But we’ll get them straightened out somehow. We have to figure out how we’re going to sleep in the same bed every night. There are lots of things to work out—and we’ll work them out somehow.” Then he frowned. “You will say yes, won’t you?”

She laughed at him. “If we ever figure it out and get our families on track, I’ll say yes,” she promised. “But right now I’m hungry....”