Page 61 of Love on the Ice

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Page 61 of Love on the Ice

Reid slides his hand from mine, his fingers curling around my thigh before he squeezes gently. “Reid,” I exhale.

He turns the SUV and heads toward the restaurant without saying anything else, but I know what he’s implying, and I have to squeeze my thighs together in hopes of alleviating some of the desire that instantly rushes through me.

“You okay?” he asks.

“You can’t say things like that, Reid,” I murmur.

The side of his mouth turns up into a smirk. “I can’t?” he asks. “Why?”

“Because it makes me want you, and we’re in the car.”

Before I realize what’s happened, he makes a sharp right turn, then a left, and we’re behind an abandoned building. But then, when I look at said building, I realize it’s not abandoned. It’s actually the back of the stadium where he plays hockey.

“Reid?” I ask.

His head swings over, his eyes find mine, and he clears his throat, the smirk that he was wearing moments ago still clearly plastered on his face. His eyes are dancing, too, as he looks at me from across the center console.

“We’re alone, and if you need something, I’m right here.”

“I can’t, not out here in the open. It’s daylight.”

He chuckles. “Baby, nobody is here. It’s just us, and nobody can see. The windows are all tinted. Climb over.”

Worrying my bottom lip, I turn my head to flick my gaze around the parking lot. It’s empty, clearly the back part of the building where there won’t be any through traffic. My center aches from the two times we had sex last night. My clit is sensitive and sore, too. But as I think about him being inside of me bare again, I can’t help but want it.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s new, feeling him with no barriers, or if he just feels that good. But I crave him. Even though I ache, I want him inside of me. I want him to stretch me and consume me like only he can.

Without another word, he reaches across the console for me and drags me across and onto his lap. I wore a skirt today in an effort to seem semi-professional and respectful of the courts, and right now, I’m glad I did.

Reid cups my cheeks and looks up into my eyes. “I’m only going to say this once, and then we just deal with it each step of the way with whatever is needed. But I want you to know that I’ll never hurt you again, ever.”

I smile as I turn my head and touch my lips to the center of his palm. One of his hands leaves my cheek, his fingers slipping beneath my skirt and between my legs. I feel two fingers slide through the center of my panties, feeling me through the fabric.

His index finger slips beneath my panties, hooking them and tugging them to the side before that finger swirls my clit, once, twice, three times. My breath hitches, and my head falls backward between my shoulder blades.

“Now, just breathe and feel, baby.”

I do just that. Because that is all I need to do and, more importantly, all I want to do. When I hear his belt buckle clank, I know it’s almost time. A flood of desire rushes through me, and I know I’m growing wetter by the second with anticipation.

Two fingers have filled me, and he moves them inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm. I’m riding his fingers right here in the front seat of his car, and I don’t give a damn about it, except for the simple fact that I want his length buried deep inside of me instead of his fingers—even though they currently feel exceptional.

When he shifts his fingers from inside of me, he keeps one finger hooked to the side of my panties as he aligns himself with my center. I’m wet and ready for more. It feels a bit naughty to still be fully clothed, even my panties still on as I sit astride him in an empty parking lot, but I know that I’m in love with this man, and this is nothing seedy. This is us expressing that love.

Once I can feel the head of his length against my center, I slowly sink down on him, taking all of him inside of me with a heavy moan. I lift my head until my gaze finds his, and I watch him for a moment, our bodies still. The only sound in the cab is our breathing.

Reid wraps his fingers around the side of my throat. His other hand he keeps between my legs and begins to play with my clit. He isn’t focusing on a rhythm. Two fingers begin stroking me there, ever so lightly—ever so deliciously.

Letting out an exhale, I begin to move my hips. I don’t have a lot of room in the cab of the SUV to move, but that makes it even more exciting. With small movements, I grind against his fingers with each mini downstroke.

“Reid,” I breathe.

He hums, his gaze focused on me, but my vision blurs as I climb closer and closer toward my release. “I want you to come all over me, all over your panties,” he purrs, his voice almost liquid-sounding to my ears.

Then he leans forward while his fingers continue their perfect assault as his lips touch the hollow of my throat, and he sucks on me there. Then, his tongue slides over the spot, and I feel his lips on my neck again as he speaks.

His next words are all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Come for me, baby. I love how you feel. Best I ever had. Come on, Lorelai, give it all to me.”




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