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I know it instinctually.
In the way his lips guide mine, taking the kiss hot and wet and deep, in the rhythm of his pelvis, the weight of his body, the sureness of his hands as he dips them under my clothes and—
I squeak.
Because one of those big, warm,surehands has shoved my shirt up and my back is on the ice.
“Shit,” he mutters, dragging me up, just hefting me like I weigh nothing, carrying me over to the boulder, bending like he’s going to take off my skates, but I stop him, fingers digging into his shoulders, drawing him toward me.
Needing another taste of him like I need my next breath.
I won’t survive without it.
His hands dig into my hips, drawing me flush against him, ass teetering on the edge of the boulder.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters, hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back, flicking out his tongue and tasting me under my jaw.
I shiver, not from the cold this time, but he pulls away, eyes hot as he kneels in front of me, dragging off my skates, his own, hands shaking as he puts on the guards and shoves them into the backpack.
But when he picks up my boots and says, “Let’s get you back to the house,”Isay, “No.”
He freezes and I take advantage, pushing him backward, sending us both toppling to the snow. It’s so cold it takes my breath away, but only for a second. Because then I’m clambering on top of him again. Then I’m kissing him.
Then I’mridinghim.
And that branch.
And—
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Yes, that,” I say, shoving my hands between us, running them over the hard planes of his chest, squeezing his pecs, grinding against him, feeling pleasure rise up in me.
“Come here,” he orders, fingers diving into my hair again, drawing my mouth down to his for a long, searing kiss.
Then he’s releasing me, batting my hands away, and flicking open the button on his jeans, unzipping and freeing the hard length of his cock.
“And it’s cold,” I breathe reverently, reaching for it, wrapping my fingers around the velvet-covered steel, stroking once, twice—
“You either sit on that or find your ass cold in the snow.”
I freeze, the rough words like fingers running through my wet pussy, but they’re effective, sending me to my feet so I can wrestle my pants down and off one ankle. They bunch up around the other in an incredibly unsexy way, but I don’t care and Lake doesn’t seem too either. He just unzips his jacket, spreading it open so I can kneel on it as I straddle his hips, rubbing myself over him, the slickness of my desire allowing me to glide easily forward and back, forward and back.
“Nova,” he urges.
The wind is cold, the snow is still falling.
This is absolute insanity to be here with my ass hanging out, about to fuck a man I barely know.
But something in me pauses, tightens, tells me this is a time to go slowly forward instead of careening into the future like normal, barely noticing the present because I’m so focused on moving to the next thing.
Enjoy this.
Rememberthis.
I rock forward again, loving the way his hands come to my hips, gripping tight, freezing me when I would have slid back once more.
“Nova,” he growls. “This is your last warning before your ass is in the snow and I’m pounding into you.”
