Jaci Burton - Melting the Ice

“I don’t think you were ever bad at it. But, wow, Drew. That was intense. It’s been awhile for me. Maybe that’s why it felt so good.”

“I’m glad.”

She sat up, looked down at him and patted him on the chest. “Well, thanks for the orgasm. Gotta go now.”

He dragged her back down and pulled her into his arms. “Nice try.”

She laid her hand on his chest, then drifted it down over his stomach. “Are you trying to imply we’re not finished here?”

“Not even close. That was just a warm-up.”

Her hand drifted lower, then wrapped around his cock. “So, you’re saying there’s something you want.”

He sucked in a breath. “Yeah, there’s definitely something I want.”

“Maybe a return of the pleasure you gave me?”

“Babe, if you put your mouth on me, we’d be done in a hurry.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Oh, that’s a definite challenge if I ever heard one.”

She slid down his body, kissing his chest, his ribs.

“Tell me about the tattoo. It wasn’t here before.”

“I got it when I was drafted by the Ice.”

She traced it with her finger. Even her light touch on his biceps made his dick twitch. “And yet, this one has flames.”

“Yeah. I liked the design, and I didn’t want it to be team specific. You never know when you’re going to be traded. But the hockey part—that’s forever.”

She continued to run her fingers over his skin. “It reminds me of you—of how you look when you’re skating. So fast, like you’re on fire.”

“Thanks.”

She continued her digital mapping of his body, stopping at his stomach.

“Have I mentioned how mesmerized I am by your abs?” she asked.

“Uh, no.”

She splayed her hands across them. “I am. They’re magnificent.”

“Now the truth comes out. You’re using me for my body.”

“Absolutely.”

She pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, then moved her way down, her hair tickling his skin along the way. She rested her head on his hip, then gripped the base of his shaft in her hand.

“You were hard all the time you were licking me, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

She lifted her head and propped up to look at him. “How uncomfortable for you. We should do something about that.”

“We can. I can put on a condom and we can fuck.”

“Pfft. Now who’s the impatient one? Didn’t you say we had all night?”

“That was earlier. Now I’m in a hurry.”

“Too bad. Most men love blow jobs, you know. I don’t understand why you’re so reluctant.”

“I’m definitely not reluctant. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

She got up on her knees, and goddamn, that was a sight to behold. Her breasts swung back and forth, and she had a beautiful ass.

“I never do anything I don’t want to do, Drew. Now relax and enjoy this. After all, we have all night long, right?”

She leaned over him and put her lips over the head of his cock. He held his breath as her soft mouth touched the crest, and nearly died when her tongue wrapped around him to draw him into her hot, wet mouth.

“That’s so fucking good.” He reached out to slide his fingers in her hair, and arched up to encourage her to take more.

She did, engulfing him inch by slow inch into the warm cavern of her mouth. Watching his shaft disappear between her lips made his balls quiver, made him want to shove into her, hard. He had to exercise all the patience he had and let her take the lead, which was damned difficult, because he was primed and ready to go off as soon as she’d put her mouth on him.

But this sensation was too sweet, the visual too erotic to let go of just yet, so he leaned back and watched as she took him deep, then slowly rose up, his cock wet from her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip, then licked the length of him, all the way down to his balls.

“Christ,” he said, his voice gone hoarse as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him, then fed him into her mouth again, tightening her mouth around him, squeezing him as she sucked him. He jammed his heels into the mattress to hold on, gritting his teeth as she used her hands and her mouth to give him the greatest pleasure.

Sweat broke on the back of his neck and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on.

“Carolina, I’m going to come.” It was the only warning he was going to be able to give her, because he was pumping into her mouth just as the first spurts of come burst from him.

She didn’t flinch, just went down deeper on him. He let go, thrusting hard into her waiting mouth. She held on to his cock as he groaned and came, releasing everything he had into her mouth. It was the most beautiful thing to watch her throat work to swallow. He tightened his grip on her hair and held her there while he emptied.

Spent, he fell back against the pillows while Carolina licked and kissed his cock, then climbed back up to lay against him. He was out of breath for a few minutes and couldn’t even speak, so he wrapped his arm around her and held her.

“Wow,” was all he could manage.

“You’re welcome.”

His lips curved and he tipped her chin up to brush his lips across hers. He grabbed their waters from the nightstand so they could both take a drink. “For a warm-up, that was pretty good.”

She took a drink, then climbed over his lap to lay the water down. “I’ll say. Now let’s get on to part two.”

She straddled him, and his cock rushed to take notice. And when she cupped his face and kissed him, he really liked that, loved the softness of her mouth, the way she brushed her lips back and forth over his. And when she playfully nipped at his lower lip, he grabbed her and planted a deep kiss on her that told her exactly how much he enjoyed what she was doing.

She pulled back and looked at him. “It turns me on when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make that sound. Like a growl, only it’s deep in your throat.”

“I wasn’t even aware I made a sound.”

“You definitely make a sound. It’s . . . animalistic.”

He cocked a brow. “Really. If it turns you on, I’ll try to do it again.”

She laughed, then pulled him toward her again for another kiss. Though he had no idea what type of animal sounds he made, he sure as hell liked kissing her, liked the way she kissed him. And she sure brought out the animal in him. He grasped her hips and moved her over him, sliding her pussy over his shaft. He went from semi- to full-hard in seconds.

“Condoms are in the nightstand,” he said.

She gave him a wry smile. “I like a man who’s prepared.”

“Always.”

She leaned over and opened the drawer, giving him a great view of her ass, which he couldn’t help but smooth his hands over.

Carolina pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper, then slid the condom over his cock.

“I like your hands on me, Lina.”

This time, she didn’t complain at his use of her nickname. Instead, she gave him a hot look that shredded him, and lifted, fitting his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He watched his shaft disappear inside her and let out a low groan as her body squeezed him, surrounding him with her heat.

It was the best damn feeling.

She arched her back and gave him a view of where they were connected, and then she rocked back and forth, riding him. He gripped her hips and gave them both the rhythm they needed.

“You feel good inside me, Drew.”

The last time had never been like this. She’d been a virgin and tentative, a little bit scared. She hadn’t talked much, and he’d probably talked too much, trying to reassure her. He had been careful and slow so he wouldn’t hurt her. They’d both fumbled a little, and yeah, it had been hot and enjoyable, but nothing like this all-out, bodies-connected free-for-all.

Carolina had been a young girl then, enjoying her first time. He’d tried to make it good for her, but he’d known it wouldn’t be all that great.

Now, she was a woman, fully taking charge of her pleasure, controlling how she wanted it. She was beautiful like this, and as her pussy pulsed over his cock, he realized what he’d missed by walking away from her all those years ago.

Though he hadn’t been ready for her—for any woman—back then.

Now, he was more than ready to take her on, to show her he was man enough to give her what she needed.

He reached between them and found her clit. She let out a moan when he coated his fingers with her juices and swept them over the hard nub, heightening the sensation for her.

“Yes, touch me,” she said, lifting, then coming down on him, using her muscles to grind against him. He rolled over her clit and drove into her, and her eyes widened.

“Like that?” he asked.

“You’re going to make me come.”

“Yeah,” he said, then held on to her, pumping hard into her, giving her the friction and the thrusts she needed to climax.

And when she did, when she threw her head back and let go with a long moan, he did, too, releasing as she tightened around him.

She fell forward, shuddering against him while he wrapped his arms around her and pumped his release into her.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, Carolina breathing hard against his chest. He stroked her back as they both came down from that amazing high.

It had been good. More than good. Better than he’d anticipated. And now he was wrecked and exhausted. So was she, apparently, because she made no move to climb off him.

He rolled her to her side and went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back and pulled the covers over them both and turned off the light.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Mmm,” was all she said as she snuggled against him.

He smiled, wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

He woke in a daze, the sunlight streaming in through the half-open blinds in his bedroom. For a few seconds he felt disoriented, until he remembered last night.

And then he smiled.

He’d really conked out after he and Carolina had sex. She’d exhausted him, and herself, too.

His mouth was dry. Really dry. He reached over for the water on his nightstand and took a couple long gulps before rolling over.

“Lina. You want a—”

She wasn’t there. Huh. He threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. Not there, either.

Her clothes were gone, too. Maybe she’d gone into the kitchen to make coffee.

Coffee sounded like such a good idea right now. He climbed into his jeans and went into the kitchen.

Not there.

She was gone. She’d left his apartment without saying a word.

She’d left him.

Just like he’d left her that night in college after they’d slept together.

He shook his head, dragged his fingers through his hair and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Well, that felt shitty.

And now he knew how Carolina had felt. He leaned against the kitchen counter, shaking his head and smiling at the thought of the payback she’d given him.

A payback he’d damn well deserved.

Well played, Carolina. Well played.

“THIS HEMLINE NEEDS TO COME UP TWO INCHES. JUST above the knee, so each tier of the skirt has movement.”

“I can take care of that,” Tierra said, kneeling in front of the model to mark where the cut in the hemline would be.

Carolina walked down the line, surveying her clothes on the models. So different than viewing them on a hanger. Now they had life.

She twirled her finger, and the next model turned and walked the length of the room.

“This one’s good just the way it is.”

“I totally agree,” Edward said. “Love the color and the way it clings to her body.”

“Just one thing, though,” Carolina said, squinting as she observed. “The color. It’s too muted. We need to change the fabric. Flesh it out a bit. Maybe more of a deep coral rather than a peach?”

Edward studied the model, too, then finally nodded. “I think you might be right. I like the peach, but the coral would be stunning, especially with Felicia’s skin tone.”

Carolina nodded and jotted down the change in her notebook. “Let’s do that.”

Edward made a note as well.

They spent the next hour going over textures and fabrics and design, watching the way each piece of clothing moved and the way they looked under the lights before making some changes. All in all it was a good fitting.

She’d spent the past few weeks immersed in the line. It had been a furious undertaking and she’d worked nonstop, seven days a week, burying herself in her designs as the clock ticked on finalizing everything.