Page 57 of Enemies on Ice


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“So.”

“So,” I say.

A pause.

“I’m not tired,” he says.

I lift my head and look at him.

He watches me with an expression of complete innocence that fools nobody.

“You’re unbelievable,” I say.

“You’ve mentioned that. Couple of times. In the last hour.”

I laugh before I can stop it and he grins. I push myself up and look down at him in the dark and think:

Yeah.

Okay.

One more time.

MATEO

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me, and I watch her roll a fresh condom down my length with fingers that are surprisingly sure. Then she positions herself over me and sinks down slowly, and the look on her face - eyes closed, lips parted - is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You feel amazing,” I breathe.

She starts to move.

Slow at first, rolling her hips in a way that makes me grip her thighs. Then faster, finding a rhythm that works for both of us, her hands braced on my chest, her hair falling around her face like a curtain.

“Quiet,” she reminds me, and I almost laugh because she’s the one making sounds now - little gasps, bitten-off moans, the occasional whisperedfuckin Swedish that I don’t understand but feel in my bones.

“I’m close,” I warn her.

“Good.”

She rides me harder, and I watch her come undone above me - her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her body clenching around mine. The sight of it pushes me over the edge, and I come with my hands on her hips and my eyes on her face.

She collapses onto my chest.

We lie there for a long time, breathing together, the sweat cooling on our skin. Her heartbeat matches mine. I can feelit through her ribs, through her breasts pressed against me, through every place where our bodies touch.

“That was-” she starts.

“Yeah.”

“I was going to say reckless.”

“It was that too.”

She lifts her head and looks at me. The moon has shifted, casting different shadows across her face, and whatever she sees in my expression makes her smile - small, almost shy, nothing like the composed woman who stood on the ice and told me my standard wasn’t high enough.

“We can’t do this again.”

“Okay.”