Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,58

me crave more, or everything. My back arches, and I tug on my shirt, pushing and pulling until I can remove it completely.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs right before he rolls on top of me.

My legs spread, taking his weight and making room for him, and I barely have time to latch my fingers into his hair before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

And oh God. His hair, I’ve spent years dying to know how it feels. Now, his mouth is the only thing I can think of. And he doesn’t stop there. He kisses everywhere, as if he’s trying to sear the memory of my shape into his brain with his lips. By the time he reaches down to my shorts, I am so ready for him it’s almost embarrassing.

He lifts his head, green, cloudy eyes meet mine and I nod. “Please. I want you.”

A salacious grin is my reward and as he tugs down my shorts, me lifting my hips to help, he continues kissing me. The calla lily tattoo at my hip which he pays more attention to before moving down, glancing up at me, but I arch into him, giving my consent. Showing him my need.

At the first slide of his tongue at my center, my hips thrust up and I cry out, digging fingers into the sheets beneath me. “Oh. Yes.”

He hums against my sex, presses me into the bed with one large, firm hand and with the other, he presses a finger inside of me.

I become a mess of sounds as he discovers what I like, which is everything. For a man who claimed to be nervous hours ago, he’s certainly gotten over that in a hurry. He’s a master at playing my body, adding a finger. Taking me slowly while driving me crazy with his tongue until I’m wet, so close but I don’t want to come yet.

“I want you.” I gasp it out, my hand flinging to my nightstand where I keep my condoms. “Nightstand. Please.”

I don’t know if I’ve ever been so needy, but with another slow swipe of his tongue that dives straight inside me, making me quiver, I don’t even care. I’ve waited for this. Wanted this for so long and now that Sebastian is here, moving on top of me, giving me a close-up view of his insanely sexy and perfect abs, I want to etch every second of this into the deepest recesses of my brain.

Someday I’ll be in a nursing home, drooling into Jell-O and telling the twenty-something nurse about the best sex I ever had and it’ll be this moment.

This guy.

Sebastian kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips, his beard, and I hold him to me, fingers pressing into his cheeks and jaw to hold him close.

“Now, Sebastian.”

“I like hearing you beg for me.”

“I’ll do it every day if you just get inside of me now.”

He laughs, so husky and deep. I grin up at him as he opens the drawer to my nightstand. While he fumbles for a condom, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s so damn pretty I don’t know where to focus first, until I reveal his dick. Wide, thick, perfect length with a pearly drop of liquid at the end of it. Yeah, it’s as impressive as he was last night in the office.

I take him in hand, needing to feel the weight of him and at that first touch, his forehead drops to mine. His groan echoes along my skin along with his muted, “Yes. Shit.”

We watch together as I slide my hand up and down his shaft and then he kisses my temple, goes back to the condom and barks out a laugh.

“What?”

I stall my movements, surprised by his outburst and then he’s back, a red condom wrapper in his hand and a smirk making his eyes gleam. Embarrassment stings my cheeks as I realize what it is.

Cherry-flavored condom. A random item I grabbed on a rare girl’s night out when I first got back and tried to reconnect with old friends. It was a bachelorette party and I went home with condoms in more flavors than I knew existed. Why I kept them, I have no idea.

“I’ve wanted this with you since that morning I spent the night and a cherry-flavored condom went flying from your purse.”

“What?”

“That morning when you looked for eye drops. One flew out of your purse and I swear I got hard when I saw