Page 94 of Crack the Ice

“I know, baby. Give me a second to appreciate this. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get back here.”

She lets out a broken sob, reaching out toward me. “I’m sorry,” she cries. “I’m so sorry.”

With that, I decide. I notch myself at her entrance, kissing her cheeks as I stare into amber orbs, glossy with emotion.

“None of that, okay?” Slowly, I push in, sucking in a breath as the first bar slides in and she clenches around me. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Count,” I grind out. “Count how many years we spent apart, then promise me we’ll never go there again.”

She nods wildly, eyes closing again.

With another slap to her clit she cries out, “One.” Her eyes stay focused on me as I push in a bit more, biting back a moan of my own at the feeling of the barbells pushing inside her one by one.

“Two.”

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, brushing her hair out of her face. “Remember that day in the backyard, when you told me you had a new favorite romance book?”

She nods. “Three.”

“You told me I reminded you of the guy, gentle everywhere except for where it counted. Here, in bed.”

“Four,” she gasps, nails digging into my forearms.

“You told me you wanted to be dominated. You didn’t want to think when we were like this. You want me to make the decisions, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans as the last bar slides past her entrance. “Five,” she whimpers when my hips are flush against hers.

“Atta girl.” I lean in, kissing her like I want us both to forget everything that brought us here, every bullshit excuse we gave ourselves as to why this wouldn’t work or why we didn’t deserve it. This is our fresh start, a cleansing. This is our fucking healing moment, her and I, inevitable in every sense of the word.

“Now promise, Cecilia.”

Her hips move, doing everything she can to create the friction she so desperately craves. My hand softly presses against her pelvis, keeping her in place. “Promise, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

“I promise.” The words splinter as they pass her lips.

“Good girl,” I say before I pull almost all the way out and slam back in.

She cries out again and again while I push us both to the edge. Seconds before we fall over it, I slow my pace, smiling when she gives me a frustrated groan.

“I’m home, Cecy.” An overwhelming sense of rightness covers me as I move in small, shallow strokes inside her. It’s dizzying, staring back at the other half of my fucking soul, knowing all that we do now. Yet, every pulse of her pleasure that ripples around me feels like a weight lifted. “Let me enjoy it.”

She gives me the softest smile, one that sets my heart on fire. “God, can you not be such a smooth talker all the time? I want to be mad that you killed my orgasm.”

“You’ve come twice already.” I chuckle.

Her eyes roll. “Your point being?”

“Greedy girl.” I lean down, pulling her nipple between my teeth and sucking. Hard.

“Making up for lost time,” she moans, arching into me.

I bury my head in her neck, committing her smell to memory, loving the way her hair gets stuck in my beard as I begin to move harder, faster, deeper, hitting that spot I know makes her see stars.

“God, Mav,” she yells as she shatters, fluttering around me, squeezing to the point that my vision goes white and I follow her right over the edge.

Rolling us to the side, I pull the blanket over us, my cock still buried inside her. “Let me lie here for a minute, then I’ll clean you up.”

She hums, and before I know it, she’s snoring softly. I smile against her bare shoulder, giving it a quick kiss before I head to the bathroom for a washcloth. I clean us both up, her sleeping through the entire thing, before I head to the kitchen to make us dinner.