Page 102 of Secrets on Ice

Another night he wakes me up with his mouth between my legs. I stir slowly, still half-asleep, feeling the most delicious warmth and wetness between my thighs. Sully is there, under the sheets, his broad shoulders holding my legs open as he licks me with lazy, thorough strokes, slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world to savor me.

The night after that, I wake up to the feeling of his cock sliding into me from behind. I’m still half-asleep, on my side, when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, then pushing in slow and deep, stretching me open. His hand is clamped over my mouth, muffling my gasp as he bottoms out with a low groan.

He takes what he needs and when he’s finished, he kisses the back of my neck, his hand still over my mouth as I tremble in his arms. When he finally pulls out, he turns me to face him, kissing me softly.

“Fuck I love fucking you,” he murmurs against my lips.

I fall back asleep in his arms, body buzzing, already thinking about the next time.

We start experimenting more, and I’ve never been this kinky in my life. One night he brings out a blindfold. He ties it gently around my eyes, plunging me into darkness, then spends what feels like hours worshipping my body with his mouth and hands. Every touch is heightened, every lick, suck, and stroke sends sparks through me. When he finally slides into me, I’m so sensitive I come almost immediately, sobbing his name as he fucks me slow and deep, whispering how beautiful I look when I fall apart for him.

Another night he brings toys, a small vibrator he presses against my clit while he fucks me from behind. The combination is overwhelming. I come so hard I see stars, clenching around him as he growls filthy praise in my ear.

I discover I love being on top. I love straddling him, sinking down onto his thick cock, taking him deep while he grips my hips and looks up at me like I’m a goddess. I ride him hard, grinding my clit against him, loving the way he groans my name, the way his fingers dig into my ass, the way he tells me how beautiful I look bouncing on his cock, how perfect my tits look when I arch my back.

“Fuck, Em,” he groans, voice wrecked. “You look so good riding me. So fucking sexy. Take what you need, baby. Use my cock.”

I come like that, grinding down on him, crying out as the orgasm crashes through me. He follows soon after, hands tight on my hips, thrusting up into me as he fills the condom.

I also love when he bends me over the bed. He fucks me hard from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, pulling just right as he pounds into me. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside me repeatedly until I’m moaning into the mattress, coming so hard my legs shake.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he growls, slapping my ass lightly. “Taking my cock so deep. This pussy was made for me. Come on, baby. Come all over my dick.”

I’ve never had sex like this.

I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted, so alive.

I’m happy.

But I know this is temporary.

26

EMBER

“Iwant to take you out on a date, Em.” The words are like ice water over my body.

We’re lying in his bed, tangled together, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back. He’s being so sweet again, kissing my shoulder, telling me how beautiful I am, how happy he is when I’m here in his arms.

Shit, I wasn’t expecting this at all. Sully is the biggest playboy. I thought he was happy with just having sex. Have I been giving him mixed signals?

I take a deep breath. “Sully … we need to talk.”

He stills, then props himself up on one elbow to look at me. “Okay, what’s on your mind?”

I sit up, pulling the sheet around me, suddenly nervous. “This … us … it’s amazing. The sex is incredible. I love how you experiment with me, how you push me and teach me things I never knew existed. I love how filthy you get, how you make me feel so wanted and desired. You’ve unlocked something in me I didn’t know was there. But I need to be honest. I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m focused on my career, on building Sullivan Black with Cassidy. This, what we’re doing, I thought it was a friends-with-benefits thing.”

Sully swallows. “Can’t friends take friends out?”

Oh.

I’m the biggest idiot as my cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. He wasn’t thinking this was any more than sex either.

I let out a nervous laugh. “I mean yes, of course friends can go out. I just … I thought when you said date you meant like a real date.”

“Sorry, I should have been clearer. I kind of wanted to get you out of the house, as most nights you and Cass are in. New York has so many great restaurants that you should be out there exploring them.”

Oh.