Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,66

climax, pressing one hand to her thigh to keep her held open until she breathes out, shivering from the pleasure.

And me? I could be a God and not feel as powerful as I do at this moment. She’s unraveled, eyes glazed, wisps of her highlighted hair clings to her forehead and she’s slow to open her open.

“You… you are good at that. A natural.”

I slowly drag my fingers out of her, kiss her inner thigh before resettling her swimsuit.

I am also still hard as a rock and need to be inside of her.

Shoving to my knees, I slide a hand beneath her back and pull her up with me. “Let’s get this off of you, shall we?”

“Please.” She’s breathless. A surge of power thunders through me. I’ve done this. Made her languid and relaxed and almost sleepy. Her head flops to my shoulder as I find the clasp and undo it. I start with the straps at her shoulders and help her wiggle out of her suit.

It’s easier than it looks to get her out of it and soon she’s fully naked. “Exquisite. Every inch.” I trail a finger down her cheek, brushing away her hair. She turns and nips at my finger, grinning. “You’re only being sweet because you want to fuck me.”

“I do but you’re exquisite anyway.” To prove how much I want her, I shove down my swim trunks.

Thank God. I’ve been dying to get out of the fabric and my dick juts straight toward her as I reach for the nightstand. The box is still sealed from when I bought them months ago. I rip the plastic off with my teeth and then tear off a strip of condoms, throwing the ones I’ll save for later to the bed next to Paisley.

She holds them up in the air. “You think we’ll need all of these? We only have a couple of hours.”

I take them from her and silence her with a kiss. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

Ripping open the first packet, I keep my focus on Paisley, kissing her while I slide back over her and roll the condom on. I am the master of multitasking and right now there are too many things I want to do. To taste. To memorize.

Thank God she took care of me earlier or I would have already blown in my pants.

“Ready?” I ask. I wish I could be smoother. My demand for her is too great. “I’ll go slow next time. Or last longer. Or…”

“I want you, Mikah.” She slides her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she isn’t the one who just orgasmed. I grip my dick, settling it at her opening.

She spreads her legs wider, planting her feet into the bed, and then I’m there, pressing in.

And sweet holy Mary Mother of God. I’m not even Catholic. At least not since I was ten, but thank God for the Virgin Mother.

Paisley is swollen and so hot. She’s tight and I move slowly, watching her expressions as I push in, pull out.

“Yes,” she gasps and kisses me harder. Her hands go to my ass, my back, my thighs until I’m fully seated in her, and if my Catholic upbringing tells me I’m going to hell for this… I am one hundred percent okay with it.

There is nothing better than the heat and slickness of Paisley, tight around me, whimpering into my mouth as I move slowly.

It’s killing me to do so. My balls are pulled tight. Full. My skin is burning, and the base of my spine is on fire.

“More,” she groans into my throat and I feel it hit my balls. My God. I only have one sliver of a thread of control left and every time she tells me to do something it severs.

Her hands grip the back of my thighs, pulling me deeper into her body and showing me how she likes it.

I press a hand to her chest and lean back. “Hard?”

“As hard as you can.”

I smile at that. Her sass. Her confidence.

And then I give my girl exactly what she’s asking for. I take her hands, entwine them in one of mine and press them into the bed above her head. She’s confined, and based on the sounds she makes, she loves every thrust as my hips slam against her.

I do it again. And again. I take her mouth and kiss her with the same intensity as I thrust into her and soon her fingers are digging into my hand, stabbing