Page 34 of Love on the Ice
My heart starts to race, but Reid stays calm beneath me. I know because I can hear his heartbeat.
“Are you panicking?” he asks softly.
I am, but I’m not about to tell him that. “I loved everything about that, Lore. Every single part of it. You’re perfect.”
Are those sweet words or true words? I’m not sure, but I want them to be true. I want them to be real. I want this to be real. I don’t look up at him, afraid that if I do, I won’t see the honesty in his gaze that I want.
“Lorelai,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers into the back of my hair and gripping the strands. He tugs my head back slightly, looking into my eyes when he does.
I try to look away, but I can’t. My attention is focused on him. His expression is serious. His gaze searches mine, then his eyes soften, and his lips curve up into a smile. He dips his chin slightly, his lips touching mine with just a brush of his mouth. He keeps them against my own when he speaks again.
“I really loved what happened. I hope it happens a hell of a lot more. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with work and your test. But I want this.”
The world stops.
It stops spinning right at this exact moment.
I don’t know what to say. The words are as frozen as my body. I stare at him, unsure of how to proceed. He can’t really mean the things he’s saying, can he? He’s just saying them so I don’t feel bad, right?
He doesn’t try to force me to comment, to respond. Instead, he touches his lips to my forehead and then guides my head back down to his chest. His arms wrap around me, and he squeezes me gently before he speaks.
“Get some sleep, baby.”
Baby.
I like that. He said that when we were fooling around. It makes my stomach not just flip but also flop. Sucking in a breath, I hold it while I listen to his heartbeat.
One. Two. Three.
It’s slow and steady.
Calming.
And eventually, I do just what he tells me to do. I fall asleep in his arms. And it’s perfect.
I’m sure there are other words I could use to describe the moment, the night, but the only one that feels right is—perfection.
I just hope it isn’t all nothing but a sweet memory when I wake up in the morning.
Chapter
Fifteen
REID
I’m not used to sleeping with another person, but Lorelai makes it easy. We separated at times in the middle of the night, but when it happened, I seemed to constantly reach out for her. When I finally wake up, it’s with my arm slung around her waist. She’s on her stomach, her knee hitched and her hands tucked beneath her pillow.
My fingers grip her waist before I release her and slide my fingers up the center of her back. She moans. Sliding my hand back down, I glide my fingertips over her ass and gently slip them between her legs.
I touch my mouth to her shoulder, then begin to pet her pussy. She groans, her hips lifting to meet my touch. I almost laugh, but this isn’t funny. This is sexy as shit. I know the moment she wakes up because her body jerks, and she freezes.
“On your knees, baby,” I rasp against her shoulder.
“Reid,” she breathes.
“You’ll like it.”
I try to reassure her, but inside, I am screaming for her to get on her knees so I can make her come and then slide inside her warmth. I continue to play her pussy, and she moans, moving her hips, searching for more, and then she does what I want. What I know she’ll want.