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“Sssh, just relax and let it work.”
“Can’t.”
Before she can ask me why not, I roll over onto my back and grab her, pulling her down onto my lap so that she has no choice but to straddle me. My thick arousal presses between her thighs but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Erm, no,” she stammers.
“No?” I freeze, immediately worried that I’ve read the situation wrong.
“No it doesn’t always feel like this. This has never happened before.”
Lust rolls over me in waves, and I see it on her face too. It’s like she can’t help the involuntary little twitch of her thighs. I groan again and place my hands on her hips, encouraging her to move again. This time it’s her turn to gasp and moan as I rub her against my shaft. God it feels so damn good.
This has to be the bond right? Making everything feel more intense.
She leans forwards with—I’m sure—the intent to kiss me, but last night must stick in her memory because she stills, failing to close the gap between us. I’m an idiot. She wanted me to kiss her last night, I’m sure of it, but I didn’t. And now it feels like I’m going to get my just desserts for that moment of chivalry. I just didn’t want to rush her or push her, especially as our first kiss on the ice was out of control. I was trying to be respectful. But now, as she places her forehead against mine and stares into my eyes, I get the distinct feeling she wants to give me a serious case of the blue balls just to prove a point.
I find myself captivated by her dark gaze. I can’t help it. I run my hands up and down her body, which makes her back arch so that her breasts press into my chest. I’m sure she wants to make some sassy comment about seeing me tomorrow before pulling away, but I see the indecision on her face. I get it. I feel it. It’s like this bond is a damn rope wrapped around us, forcing us together, and no matter how much she may want to, she can’t break free of my hold.
Which I’m actually pretty damn happy about.
I capture her lips in a soft kiss and sparks fly. Literally. All of the lights in the studio blow with a bang. It doesn’t stop me, and I can't bring myself to care because my body ignites. It’s like what happened on the ice between us, only much stronger because I’m not panicking about knocking her down, or confused about what’s happening this time.
I run my tongue over the seam of her lips, teasing, but demanding access. I love that she doesn’t hesitate to grant it to me, and the moment her lips part, my tongue slides in and dances with hers. The heat in our bodies reaches an inferno with every pass of our tongues. It makes me want to get naked and douse us both in ice cold water, just so we can carry on and begin warming up all over again.
I shift and pull my T-shirt off over my head, then I grab the hem of Lumi’s shirt too. When she doesn’t stop me, I remove it for her and discard it somewhere on the floor.
She’s so unbelievably beautiful. My jaw feels slack just from looking at her and I can feel my gaze searing into her skin, trying to memorize every inch of her flesh. I lightly pass my fingers across her exposed abdomen, which causes shivers of excitement to run through her. My icy breath across her exposed skin leaves goosebumps in its wake. She gasps. I smile lazily and dance my fingers over the small bumps once more, loving how responsive she is to my touch.
It’s not even sexual.
Well, okay, it’s not entirely sexual. It’s like the bond makes everything better. Like the best mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had but with sprinkles and a cherry on top, with a symphony and fireworks going off in the background. Every tiny touch—hell, even innocent glances—are explosions thanks to the bond. Which just cements the idea of how right all of this is.
I’m half wanting to rip her clothes off, but I surprise myself by taking my time. I’m actually perfectly content to just run my hands over her body while we kiss. My hands keep straying back to her ass though. I can’t help it. It feels phenomenal.
Thankfully, she decides she wants in on this action too and begins to explore my body with her own touch. She’s tentative at first, her touch light and unintentionally teasing, but she soon relaxes and gets bolder. Her touch is more assured, even going so far as to draw her nails down my chest, which makes me groan. My cock is straining against my sweatpants, pushing up between her thighs, demanding access despite the fabric between us. She rocks back and forth on my dick, teasing me until I snap.
With a growl of impatience, I roll her under me and pin her to the mat. She wraps her legs around my waist and arches up into me. I don’t even think she’s trying to tease me, it just seems a natural reaction for her body to want to be close to mine. She feels so damn good writhing under me. I devour her mouth with a kiss. But this time I don’t hold back, crushing her lips to mine and thrusting my tongue into her mouth while she grinds on me. It causes my magic—or maybe hers or both of ours—to go haywire. A small tornado forms and whirls around us, wrecking the studio. Peewee bolts for the door, no doubt off to hide somewhere, but I still can’t bring myself to stop kissing her.
I cup her breast in my hand and tease her nipple through the material of her sports bra. Fuck. There’s too many clothes between us still. I pull away and stare down at her. Both of us are panting hard, and her eyes are almost black with desire. Her plump lips are fuller than ever, swollen with the evidence of our passion. I carefully help her to sit up, pulling her into my lap and removing the sports bra with some difficulty. It’s so damn tight and doesn’t have a clasp so we kind of have to wiggle her out of it and Lumi giggles the entire time. The second she’s exposed to me though, her laughter dies in her throat. She swallows thickly at the desire in my eyes. I lay her back on the mat, my head descending to taste her perfectly pert nipple, my mouth watering in anticipation when...
She vanishes.
I blink and she’s gone, my body falling heavily onto the empty mat, with just her sports bra clutched in my hand to prove that she was ever really here in the first place. Peewee barks from the doorway and I look up in time to see a small fly buzzing past his head.
What the fuck? She shifted and bolted on me?
Why?
