Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,52
thighs. His cologne is woodsy with a light hint of citrus. Edibly scrumptious.
“We’ll be doing that a whole hell of a lot more.”
I still can’t catch my breath. I can’t move. I can only stare at this magnificent, beautiful specimen of a man that I’m pretty sure was hand carved from stone.
“What is happening here?”
My hands curl into the edges of my dad’s thirty-year-old Formica topped and metal desk. There’s a part that’s ripped and torn, and it digs into my palms. Pretty sure I’ll be dripping blood from my hands with an ink stain on my ass by the time I get out of here. None of that is anything compared to the rioting inside my chest.
“I like being with you. I like it when I think about you. I like laughing with you. None of that has anything to do with experimenting with women like I’m gonna start leaving a string of puck bunnies in my wake. That’s not who I am. I kissed you because I’ve been thinking of kissing you since I woke up at your apartment and I wanted to see what kissing you would be like.”
He’s been thinking of this since then? Woah. “And?”
“I want more.”
He’s no longer married. He wants me. He’s single and he wants me. Which means there’s really nothing to do except do what I’ve wanted to do since the first time he sauntered into the bar.
I launch myself at him, hands going straight to the back of his head so I can tangle them in his hair. His beard scrapes against my cheeks and my lips as I kiss him. He doesn’t tense like I did. He doesn’t wait or pause. He opens my mouth with his and he takes over in such a way that I have a very firm and very realistic preview of what this man will be like in bed. Confident.
Dominating.
Freaking incredible and powerful.
He spins us so quickly I lose my footing but his hands are clenched to my waist, digging into the waistband of my jean shorts and then I’m practically thrown against the wall. The door handle digs into my back causing me to mewl in pain but it’s nothing compared to the pleasured whimpers already sliding out of my mouth.
Yes. This. This has been worth a year-long abstinence lull due to not finding anyone interesting besides Sebastian since I’ve been home. Already my core is clenching. Needing.
This is… this is not what I thought he meant when he texted if he could see me today.
Wowzers.
He yanks back, his breath coming in ragged spurts and he presses his forehead to mine. “We should stop. I think this has gone well past the minute I promised.”
“Dom can handle it.” Now that I have him, now that I’ve tasted him, I don’t want to let him go. “Do you have a game tomorrow?”
“Day off.”
“You could…” I slide my hand out of his hair, to his shoulders, down the curves of his chest and lose my train of thought.
His hands cover mine, stopping their exploration. Pity. “I could what?”
“You could wait for me to be done here. We could finish this later?”
My lip finds its way to my teeth. I don’t usually lack confidence. I have no problems asking for what I want, but Sebastian makes me nervous. Him recently out of a marriage to a woman he loves makes me more so. Being a rebound isn’t my thing. And I don’t want to start it with him. Not when my heart is already involved.
“You want that?”
When I look up at him, he’s grinning down at me. Eyes shining with anticipation. Excitement. I do this to him, and man, is it thrilling.
“If you want.”
“I want. And I want one more kiss before we leave here.”
A knock pounds on the door behind me, making me jump. “Need you, Georgia. Getting slammed out here!”
“Be right there, Dom!”
“Georgia?”
I grin up at Sebastian and giggle. “It is my name.”
He shakes his head, laughing in a way I’ve never seen him before. Unguarded. That’s the way he looks right now. “I had no clue.”
“Then I suppose if you wait around tonight, we’ll have lots more to learn about each other.”
His gaze dips and scans. He pauses at my exposed skin between my shirt and shorts. His inspection is so intense even my covered skin flushes and heats beneath him. “Yeah, we do.”
He kisses me again without warning, without tongue, but still hot and heavy and when he pulls back, he has