“Wallet,” I groaned, releasing her breast, and clamping an arm around her back so I could push up off the bed and let her grab it from my pocket.
She pulled my pants lower until they cleared my thighs, then took the foil packet from my wallet and tore it open. Our gazes collided as she rolled it over me, my dick pulsing in her trembling hand. Time and space no longer existed as I fisted a handful of lacy fabric and tore it off her. Eyes clinging, chests rising, she rose, then sank down over my length and enveloped me in liquid heat.
“Fuuuuck.” My eyes rolled back into my head, jaw clenching as my hips thrust up. Grasping the edge of her sweater, I ripped it over her head, then grabbed hold of her hips and glanced between us as I guided her down over my dick. I watched in fucking rapture as she rode me, her breasts bobbing in front of my eyes, and then I closed my hands around her waist, squeezing before splaying my palms out over the flat surface and coasting them up over her warm skin. When I tugged the sheer, black cups of her bra down and pinched her nipples, her body fell back with a gasp, hips still rolling over mine.
It felt like fucking heaven having her on top, but I needed her under me.
Buried deep inside her, I folded both arms around her and flipped her down onto her back. Her eyes flew open, meeting mine as I settled between her thighs. Holding still, emotion choking me, I gazed down at her and swept wisps of hair back off her forehead with my thumbs.
Lissa’s soft eyes flickered between mine before trailing over every part of my face. She lifted an arm, fingers almost grazing the stubble coating my jaw. Then she paused and caught herself, something like alarm flashing in her eyes.
One step at a time, baby girl.
My lips curved into a small smile, and it was enough to propel her hand forward. Cautious fingers brushed against my cheek, and her eyes glossed over.
Words hovered on my tongue. Words I knew she wasn’t ready to hear. Words I could never have guessed I’d say to the woman laying beneath me.
But I couldn’t imagine saying them to anyone else for as long as I fucking lived.
She’d swept inside and erased everything I thought I knew about love.
Lowering onto my forearms, I touched my lips to hers and rocked into her slowly, memorizing the feel of her silken heat wrapped around my cock. The feel of her smooth thighs clenched around my hips, and the glide of her lips over mine as her breathy moans spilled into my mouth.
I didn’t need the words. Not right now. Her body spoke them for her, whether she knew it or not, and I committed her silent declaration to memory.
Because this was my snow queen unfiltered, unguarded. She didn't lower it often, and she didn't do it lightly.
I’d die before I made her regret it.
TWENTY-NINE
LISS
My body thrummed with a restless anticipation that hummed under the surface of my skin as I sat in the passenger seat of Riley’s beat-up old car. For the first time since she’d passed her test, I wasn’t white-knuckling the seat cushion and fearing for my life. Her driving skills hadn’t drastically improved, or anything—they were still fucking atrocious—I was just too distracted to give them much thought.
My face heated as the events of last night, and then this morning, played out in my head…
“Morning, Snow Queen.”
I tugged my lips between my teeth as I lay on my side. He’d caught me watching him as he slept, and I still couldn’t bring myself to look away.
“Can’t stop staring at me, huh?” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes.
He shifted quickly and rolled over me until he had me pinned beneath his big body. His head cocked, eyes narrowing as he looked down at me. “Why did you hate me so much, Snow Queen? And don’t say my face!”
I swallowed and pressed my lips together, fighting a smile. “Why are you using past tense, Pretty Boy?”
His grin split his face as he lifted a little and dragged his hand down my naked body.
“Ahhh.” My eyes slid closed on a breathy sigh when he reached the juncture between my thighs and pressed inside.
He hooked his fingers, rubbing, stretching, thrusting, working me into a squirming frenzy within minutes. He took me right to the edge, my center throbbing, my body twisting, tensing in anticipation, and then he stopped and pulled his fingers out.
My eyes shot open, landing on his twinkling blues as he watched me with a brow arched.
“What the hell are you doing, Bradshaw?”