Juicy Rebound (IceCats 1)

I look up at him, my lips curving. “Take it.”

Something flashes in his eyes before he takes my face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.”

A full grin covers my lips before he reaches down, picking me up with ease. My legs wrap around his waist as he kicks his pants all the way off. Our mouths join while he carries me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut so that Sadie can’t get in. After he lays me on the bed, he kisses down my chest as he unbuttons my jeans. His lips move along both my breasts before he licks down my ribs. He pulls at my jeans and then groans loudly.

“Why you don’t wear a bra but then pour yourself into these tight-ass pants that you know take forever to get off is beyond me.”

I giggle as he sits up, yanking at my jeans. “I wanted to make you work for it.”

“So rude.”

“I knew you’d be so hot seeing my boobs, it would drive you crazy that you can’t get my jeans off.”

He growls. “Torturous woman.” He yanks my jeans down my legs with such force, it makes me wetter. When he sees my bare center, his eyes narrow as they darken. “And no panties?”

“Figured after all the work, I’d reward you.”

He licks his lips as he takes my hips in his hands, his mouth coming down on my wanton center. My toes curl into his comforter as he probes his tongue inside me. I cry out, my body tensing up when he finds my clit.

But then I’m moving.

He rolls us over until he’s on his back and I’m sitting on his mouth. My knees land on either side of his head as I look down at him wide-eyed.

“I want to watch you come against my mouth,” he murmurs against my clit, and the vibrations make me jerk against him. When he begins to open-mouth kiss my pussy, I can’t help it, I have to ride his devilish mouth. He holds me by my hips as I grind my pussy against his mouth, his teeth raking against me he licks me. His fingers dig into my hips as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I jerk against him, my release building fast and hard. I feel it in the pit of my stomach as heat creeps up my belly, my breasts, and my neck. My body starts to seize up as I cry out—so loud, I’m sure the neighbors hear me. I fall forward, which opens me up more so that Chandler can suck my clit farther into his mouth. Sadie is whining outside the door, but I’m so far gone, I can’t even care.

He kisses my thighs then places a soft kiss to the center of my pussy before I roll off him. He covers my body in the next breath before he pushes into me. His cock completes me as he takes me by the back of my knees, pressing them into the bed as he joins our mouths together. I squeeze my eyes shut, needing his weight and the feel of him. He rises to his knees and starts to pound into me in the most satisfying way. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me as he disappears into me before pulling out and doing it over and over again. His eyes are hooded, dark, but also so beautiful. Something is swirling in them that hits me square in the chest.

I feel him about to come, so I squeeze him, wanting him to lose himself inside me. He arches up into me, his head falling back as his release fills me. A guttural noise leaves his swollen mouth, and my heart swells in my chest. God, he’s so beautiful. When he falls to my side, he takes me with him, wrapping his arms around me so tight, I can’t breathe. I snake my arms around his neck and hook my leg over his hip as he slides his nose along mine. We’re both breathing so hard, but our mouths are still connected. I’ve missed him so much that if I died right now trying to kiss him, I’d be okay with that.

Because at least I died doing something I love.

“Stay.”

“I wasn’t leaving anyway,” I inform him, and he grins against my lips. “You’re stuck with me.”

He moves his hands up my body, trapping my face as he kisses my nose. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

My heart can’t take him as his thumb moves along my jaw, and I arch into him, our lips pressed together. We hold each other, our kisses sweet as our breathing returns to normal. I can’t even remember the last time I just lay with a man and enjoyed his kisses. I don’t know if it’s because we just went at it like rabbits or if it is the intimacy that Chandler provides me. I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. There wasn’t an intimacy with Drew. We went at it because we were young and stupid, and then when we were married, it was because I felt I had to. I thought it was my duty, but I never truly enjoyed it or wanted to lie with him afterward. With Chandler, I could lie here all day and be completely content.