Page 97 of Secrets on Ice

He doesn’t stop, he keeps licking me through it, gentler now, drawing out every last pulse until I’m shaking and whimpering, too sensitive to take any more. When I finally collapse beside him, breathing hard, he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead, his face still wet with me.

“I’m addicted to your taste,” he confesses as he wraps himself around me.

Next thing I know, my eyes become heavy, and I fall asleep.

24

SULLY

My alarm goes off early. I set it last night when she fell asleep in my arms, and I didn’t want to move her. She jolts upright and is a little confused, especially when she turns around and sees me in the bed.

“Sully, oh shit.” She starts to scramble out of my bed, but I grab her. “What are you doing? I’ve got to get up, I can’t let Cassidy find me here.”

“She won’t. I set the alarm to five, just in case. She’s not going to be up for hours,” I tell her.

“Five in the morning.” She squints.

“Yes, now why don’t I make up for the early morning wake-up call with a really good early morning wake-up call?” I pull her back in my arms.

“Yeah, and what is that?”

My lips find her neck, and I slowly kiss down across the soft skin. She shivers under me, her body already responding. I take my time, savoring every inch of her as the first hints of sunrise filter through the curtains, painting her skin in soft golden light. I tug her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. She’s completely bare underneath, and the sight of her in the morning light, nipples hard, skin flushed, hair messy from sleep makes my cock throb.

“Fuck, Em,” I murmur, voice rough with sleep and want. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I push her gently onto her back and move over her, kissing down her collarbone, across the swell of her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking slowly, tongue circling the tight peak while my hand palms the other, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. I kiss lower, across her stomach, nipping at her hip bones, tasting every inch of her like I have all the time in the world. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, settling between them.

The sunlight is stronger now, illuminating her perfectly. I groan at the sight.

“Look at you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “So fucking pretty and wet for me already.” I lick her slowly, long and flat from entrance to clit, savoring her taste. She gasps, fingers threading into my hair. I do it again, slower, then focus on her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth, tongue flicking in tight circles while I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

“Fuck, Sully,” she whimpers, hips rolling against my mouth.

I eat her like a man starved, licking, sucking, fucking her with my mouth and fingers while the morning light bathes her body. When she comes, it’s with a broken cry of my name, thighs clamping around my head, back arching off the bed. I keep licking her through it, gentler now, until she’s trembling and pushing at my head, too sensitive.

When I finally crawl back up her body, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“Morning,” I murmur against her lips, smiling.

She laughs breathlessly, eyes hazy with pleasure. “Best wake-up call ever.”

I grin against her mouth, still hovering over her, my cock hard and aching between us. The morning light is getting stronger, painting her skin in soft gold and highlighting every curve, every flush of her skin. She looks like a fucking dream. I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the way she melts under me. My hand slides down her body, cupping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until it’s tight and sensitive again. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“You’re so responsive in the morning,” I murmur against her neck, kissing lower. “I could spend all day like this. Kissing every inch of you. Tasting you. Making you come until you can’t remember your own name.”

She whimpers, fingers threading into my hair as I take her nipple into my mouth again, sucking gently, tongue flicking over the peak. I switch sides, giving the other the same attention while my hand slides between her legs, finding her still wet and swollen from before.

“Fuck, Em.” I groan against her breast. “You’re soaked again. You like my mouth on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, hips rolling against my fingers.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep, stroking that spot that makes her gasp. I keep sucking on her nipple, alternating between gentle and harder, while my thumb circles her clit. She’s moaning softly, body trembling under me, completely open and trusting.

I want to devour her.

I move lower again, kissing down her stomach, over her hips, until I’m between her legs once more. I spread her wider and lick her slowly, savoring every taste, every shiver. She cries out, back arching, fingers tightening in my hair as I eat her like I’m starving. I fuck her with my tongue, then suck her clit into my mouth, two fingers pumping deep and steady.

“Come for me again,” I growl against her pussy. “Let me feel you on my tongue.”