Melting the Ice (A Play-by-Play Novel)

“Let’s get these off.”


He slid off the bed only long enough to pull her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She wore black panties and knee-high socks, surprisingly sexy, actually. He rolled the socks down, then laid his hands on her hips, liking the way she watched him, her eyes stormy, dark, and filled with desire.

He reached for the tiny strings holding her panties on her hips and drew them off, then cupped her ankles, sliding his hands up to her calves, spreading her legs as he reached her thighs.

Her sex was moist, pink, and as he kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, he breathed in her scent, musky and sweet. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and cupped her butt, drawing her * toward his mouth.

“Drew.”

His name floated from her lips like a begging whisper. He knew what she wanted. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then licked along the curve of that hollow, pressing his lips to her sex, snaking his tongue out to draw along her sweet center.

She shuddered. He moved upward, and put his mouth over her sex, flattening his tongue over her clit.

She said his name again and he licked her, the whole length of her, tasting her and putting his tongue inside to lap at her flavor. He rolled his tongue over her, finding the spots that made her lift against him.

“Yes, there,” she said, and he stayed there, giving her what she needed to come. He wanted her to climax, to fill his mouth with her juices.

His dick pounded, so hard it ached. Her body vibrated as she writhed against him. He held on to her hands as she gripped him tightly, moving her hips up and down as he sucked on the tight bud and took her right to the edge. He slid a finger inside her to give her more, to make it better for her.

“Oh, Drew, I’m going to come,” she said, and he flicked his tongue faster over that spot that seemed to make her quiver and slid his finger in deeper.

She cried out and he held her as she thrust her * against his face, lifting and shuddering through her orgasm. He held on to her while she rocketed through a long climax until she eased and dropped down to the mattress.

She was breathing heavily, so he waited, kissing around her sex, knowing she’d be sensitive there. He rose and pulled off his shirt, undid his belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, along with his socks and underwear. He climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

She rolled to her side and looked up at him. “That was much better than I remembered.”

He laughed. “Thanks. Good to know I’ve gotten better at it.”

“I don’t think you were ever bad at it. But, wow, Drew. That was intense. It’s been awhile for me. Maybe that’s why it felt so good.”

“I’m glad.”

She sat up, looked down at him and patted him on the chest. “Well, thanks for the orgasm. Gotta go now.”

He dragged her back down and pulled her into his arms. “Nice try.”

She laid her hand on his chest, then drifted it down over his stomach. “Are you trying to imply we’re not finished here?”

“Not even close. That was just a warm-up.”

Her hand drifted lower, then wrapped around his cock. “So, you’re saying there’s something you want.”

He sucked in a breath. “Yeah, there’s definitely something I want.”

“Maybe a return of the pleasure you gave me?”

“Babe, if you put your mouth on me, we’d be done in a hurry.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Oh, that’s a definite challenge if I ever heard one.”

She slid down his body, kissing his chest, his ribs.

“Tell me about the tattoo. It wasn’t here before.”

“I got it when I was drafted by the Ice.”

She traced it with her finger. Even her light touch on his biceps made his dick twitch. “And yet, this one has flames.”

“Yeah. I liked the design, and I didn’t want it to be team specific. You never know when you’re going to be traded. But the hockey part—that’s forever.”

She continued to run her fingers over his skin. “It reminds me of you—of how you look when you’re skating. So fast, like you’re on fire.”

“Thanks.”

She continued her digital mapping of his body, stopping at his stomach.

“Have I mentioned how mesmerized I am by your abs?” she asked.

“Uh, no.”

She splayed her hands across them. “I am. They’re magnificent.”

“Now the truth comes out. You’re using me for my body.”

“Absolutely.”

She pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, then moved her way down, her hair tickling his skin along the way. She rested her head on his hip, then gripped the base of his shaft in her hand.

“You were hard all the time you were licking me, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

She lifted her head and propped up to look at him. “How uncomfortable for you. We should do something about that.”

“We can. I can put on a condom and we can fuck.”

“Pfft. Now who’s the impatient one? Didn’t you say we had all night?”

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