Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,46

much to him, but to me that was something I’d have to save for.

“It’s not as bad as if I was flying back from Canada,” he said so nonchalantly I almost choked. It only emphasized how very different our lives were. That little niggle of doubt crept in—poking me with a sharp prod. It wouldn’t go away.

He inhaled his food, oblivious to the turmoil in my head. When he glanced up at me with those sky-blue eyes, all the doubts dissipated. The way he looked at me scattered every thought in my head.

“Is there more?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair and happily rubbed his washboard-flat stomach. I made a move to get up, and he stood before I could. “No. You eat. I’ve got it, I just wasn’t sure how much you made.”

After eating two more helpings, he helped me clear the table, finding constant excuses to trail his hand along my skin or brush up against me. When the last dish was dried, he spun me around and lifted me to sit on the counter. By then, my nerves were on high alert, and I might explode from the slightest touch to my core.

My ankles hooked behind him when he stepped between my legs.

“That was fantastic. Thank you,” he said with his forehead pressed to mine. His shoulders were firm under my hands, and I wished for his T-shirt to be gone.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you came over,” I softly replied.

A groan escaped him as his lips captured mine. A hint of his tongue along the seam of my lips had me eagerly parting them. It was what he wanted, because his tongue thrust in against my own to tease and twirl. He nibbled on my lower lip, then my jaw. I tipped my head, and he continued down my throat.

Like a thief, he snuck his hands up my sides and lifted my shirt over my head. Glad I’d worn the pale peach lacy bra that showed the girls off best, I arched my back to press them to his chest. Too bad the contact wasn’t enough. Greedy, my fingers dug into the base of his neck as I pressed open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

Hands squeezing my ass, he lifted me into his capable arms. Without removing his teeth and lips from my skin, he carried me to my room. The entire way, my heart slammed against my rib cage and I ground against his hard length.

“Fucking gonna be the death of me,” he gasped after sinking his teeth into the sensitive slope of my shoulder. When he broke free, he spread me out on the bed. The look in his eyes told me he wasn’t going to be gentle.

And I had no complaints.

Later, as we lay tangled and sweaty in my bed, he drew me in to snuggle against his side. “Babe, we need to start staying at my place, or I need to get you a bigger bed.” He raised his head and pointed down. His feet were wiggling as they stuck out the end of the covers. I’d never stopped to think that my bed might be a little small for him, and it caused me to snicker.

“You make me feel like I live in a doll house. When you’re not here, my house feels cozy; when you’re here, you dwarf everything. You’re like an ogre.”

Quick as a flash, he had me on my back with a wicked grin curling his lips. “I’m an ogre, am I?”

Then before I could move, he was growling as he bit and tickled me. Laughter bubbled out of me as I squirmed and tried unsuccessfully to escape his mouth and fingers. When he finally stopped, we were out of breath and smiling.

My lips rounded to form an O when his hard length pushed against my leg. “But we just…,” I sputtered in surprise.

“This is what you do to me. Make me insatiable. I’ll never get enough of you,” he said in a voice raspy with need.

Dropping his head, he circled one nipple with the flat of his tongue before sucking it. Then his eyes rose to meet mine as I still filled his mouth. A languid suckle, and my toes curled. My fingers threaded through his short hair as I silently begged him not to stop.

I was dragging ass when I went to work the next morning.

A deep inhale, and I gripped his hand tightly. “Here we go,” I said on a heavy exhale.

Before I gripped