But the man isn’t the fastest skater on the team for nothing. When he hits the off button on the alarm, he reaches for me again, jerks me against him, replaces the blanket, and says in a low, commanding tone, “Rule six. Waking up is fun too.”
His hand slides between my thighs, where he cups me.
The sound I make is obscene. A desperate, greedy whimper. I try to hide my face in the pillows. But as he slips his fingers inside my panties this time, his throat rumbles. “Let me hear you.”
This man is barely touching me and he’s already assuming I’m going to be loud?
“So cocky,” I say, but the words are muffled when he strokes my wetness, a slick, tempting slide of his fingers.
“Yep,” he says with a grin in his voice. He wraps his other arm around my chest, locking me against him, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he draws dizzying circles on my clit. “Show me why, Remy. Show me why I’m so cocky.”
He strokes me with a steady, thorough rhythm that has me rocking gently against his fingers. He brushes his talented mouth against my neck as he touches me. Then along my collarbone as his fingers tease, then push.
I gasp.
“That’s it. You’ve fucking got it, baby.”
I shudder out a breath, my hips picking up the pace, seeking more of his fingers. He reads my every move, tapping my clit with his fingers, then stroking me through all my wetness. I’m slick and hot, and it’s too much.
It’s almost embarrassing how much I want this and how much I want to hide from it too. The admission of it—the intensity—is terrifying.
But Lake’s kisses are breaking me down as he drags that beard across my neck, as his lips travel across my collarbone, as his fingers stroke and glide and then speed up. He’s following my lead, chasing every move I make, urging me on.
Then, he crooks his fingers inside me, and I tip over. Everything’s shiny and bold as pleasure bursts, hot, fast, demanding. I cry out.
I can’t see straight. I can’t think. I just shake and moan, my vision a lovely black blur as he strokes me through my release. In the corner of my mind, I’m aware of his groans and grunts, deeply sexy sounds that thrum through me right along with my pleasure, still hitting me. Then I feel the push of his hard cock against my ass, our clothes a barrier.
But a barrier that’s not stopping Lake. He’s gripping me tight, holding me close and…rubbing against my ass.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
His breathing is ragged, and as I come down from the high of my orgasm, I register my surroundings again. My eyes blink open right as Lake eases his hand out of my panties and lifts his fingers to his lips.
I crane my neck, catching a glimpse of him behind me, grinding against me—no, rutting against me—as he licks the taste of me off his fingers.
And moans.
Low, ragged, salacious.
“Fuuuuuck,” he grunts, then pumps his hips against my ass again, panting like he’s running a race.
Or, really, finishing it. His face twists as he bites out a groan, shuddering. His pumping stops. He gives a slow, final thrust, a wind-up toy winding down.
I want to ask so badly. I want to say the words“Did you?”
But I don’t have to. His breathing slows, his eyes float open, and the glassy look in them starts to fade away.
He lifts a hand, drags it through his hair, and shakes his head, like he can’t believe what just happened. His gaze drifts down to his boxer briefs. And he rolls his eyes—at himself.
I bite the corner of my lips, shift around a bit in the bed, and steal a glance. Well, it’s not every day you get to see the evidence that someone’s into you. And I like what I see.
I roll my lips together, sealing in all sorts of pride, all kinds of satisfaction.
He breathes out hard again and cuts through the tension with a few words. “Told you I wasthis close.”
I laugh, feeling on top of the world.
