Page 39 of Ice Cold Hearts
“Are you worried about our status? Is that why you asked?” Oliver presses.
“It was mostly petty jealousy.” I shrug. “But yeah, I’d like to know. I already told Alexei, but you weren’t there. I have an IUD and I test regularly. All negative results. I want nothing at all between us, but I will completely respect it if you want to use a second type of protection too.”
“We test regularly for the team. I’m sure Alexei told you that,” Ian says, “And I’m negative for everything as well, but I can send you the records if?—”
“I trust you,” I say, cutting him off.
“Negative here too.” Oliver nods.
“And the other thing?” I ask. “I don’t mean to be pushy, I just like to know what I’m getting into.”
Oliver plants a sweet kiss on my lips, “There’s nothing I’d like more than getting to feel every part of you with nothing in the way.”
“Ian?” I ask shakily.
He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it gently. “I’m so amazed we managed to find someone as wonderful as you. I want what you want, Emily, as long as you’re sure.”
“There aren’t too many things I’ve been surer of than this,” I answer, surprising myself with my honesty.
Ian pulls me into a gentle kiss, his earlier urgency gone. He takes his time exploring my mouth. My hands drift to his shirt, and I undo one button at a time, savoring the feel of the hard muscle under my fingertips.
A rustle behind me seems to indicate Oliver’s removed his shirt as well. He confirms my guess when he presses his broad chest against my back as he reaches around to trace his hands up and down my thighs. Everything is soft and slow. They take their time drawing patterns all over my skin, searching out all the places that make me shudder and sigh. It’s like they’re trying to tattoo themselves onto my body so I never forget them—as if that could ever be possible.
I sigh and lean heavily into Oliver as he cups my breasts. Electricity buzzes down my spine as Ian gently pushes my legs apart.
“Move her up for me?” he asks Oliver.
Even though I know it’s coming, I still yelp when he lifts me like I weigh less than a piece of paper. Ian slides two firm pillows under me before Oliver sets me back down.
“Much better, Kitten. Now I can see how temptingly wet you are,” Ian praises.
He slides two fingers inside me, coating them in my juices, then holds them up for Oliver and me to see.
“Already ready for us. Such a good girl,” he says before licking his fingers clean.
“Ian,” I moan.
He slips his fingers into me again, then traces his fingers up to my clit, drawing maddening little circles around it. He’s still unfairly skilled and makes me tremble with every brush of his fingers, but this time he’s slow. It’s almost like Ian is trying to memorize me by touch. Every sigh, moan, and little cry I make brings a satisfied smile to his lips. By the time he brings his mouth to my center, it only takes a few strokes of his tongue to bring me to climax.
“I’m glad to see you’re having fun without me,” Alexei says dryly.
My eyes snap to his, worried I’ll see anger or jealousy in them, but they’re only crinkled at the edges with amusement. In his hands is what I think is an insulated bowl.
“Do you trust me?” he asks when he catches me looking at it.
“Yes.”
“Enough to not ask questions?” He lifts his eyebrows in surprise.
I shrug. “Apparently, yes.”
He smiles and sets the bowl on the bedside table then pulls me to him. I’m expecting a kiss, but he effortlessly twists my hair back up into a bun.
My mouth drops open. “Where did you learn that?”
“YouTube.” He chuckles low in his throat. “After all the mind-blowing orgasms you’ve had tonight, that’s what impresses you?”
“Any idiot with eyes should be able to find the clitoris. I’ve met grown ass men with daughters who still have no clue how to help them put up their hair,” I answer defensively.