Page 83 of Fractured Ice

My room. Door closed. Two seconds and her back is against it, my mouth is on hers, her face in my hands, and I’m kissing her the way I've been wanting to kiss her all night, deep and hungry and without any of the booth between us. Her hands find my chest as she kisses me back. She tastes like jungle juice and something underneath that's just her. I press into her until there's no space between us and she makes a low sound that goes straight to my cock.

My hands find the hem of her skirt and as I start pulling it up and she breaks the kiss.

"You swore," she says.

"I'm not—" I take a breath. "I know. I remember." I pick her up and she makes a startled sound, hands grabbing at my shoulders. I carry her to my bed and lay her back against the pillows, and she's looking up at me with her hair spread out and her dress scrunches up from dancing. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever been this close to.

I start at her knee.

My mouth presses to the inside of her knee and I work up slowly, kissing her inner thigh, taking my time. She makes a sound and her hand goes to the bedspread.

"This doesn't mean anything," she says. Her voice is slightly less controlled than usual.

"Okay," I say against her thigh.

"I'm not going to be one of your numbers."

"You're not." I press my lips to the inside of her other thigh. "You've never been that and you never could be."

"Ethan—"

"I know." I look up at her from between her legs and hold her gaze. "I know. I remember what I promised." I reach up and take the edge of her underwear between my teeth and she goes very still. I pull them down slowly, and she helps me, before I drop them off the side of the bed.

I pull her skirt all the way up.

I look at her.

"God, Sienna." My voice comes out lower than I intend it. "I've been waiting so long for this."

"Ethan."

"I know." I press a kiss to the crease of her hip. "I've got you."

I start at her thighs again, long ,slow kisses moving toward where she wants my mouth, and she's already shaking slightly by the time I get there, her hips tilting toward me without quite meaning to. I spread her with both hands and run my tongue in one long slow stroke along her slit. She gasps, her hand immediately going to my hair.

She's so wet. Warm and wet, and she tastes like everything I wanted. I groan against her and feel her hips jerk in response.

I take my time.

I lick her slowly, thoroughly, learning what makes her grip my hair tighter, what makes her thighs close against my shoulders. I work my tongue along her folds and then find her clit and circle it lazily, not giving her enough, just enough, and she says my name and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life, my name in her mouth like that, with that edge to it.

I do it again just to hear her say it again.

She does.

I lick and suck with long, unhurried strokes, alternating, pulling her apart slowly, and she's rolling her hips against my face. Her grip on my hair has gone tight enough that I feel it everywhere. I don't speed up. I want her undone. I want her to forget every man who isn't me before this night is over.

When I finally give her more, when I suck her clit and lick faster, she arches off the bed.

"Ethan… God… don't stop…"

I don't stop.

She comes hard. Her thighs clamp around my shoulders as she cries out my name and shakes under my mouth, her whole body tightening and releasing in waves. I work her through every second of it, slowing when she shudders, keeping my mouth on her while she comes back down.

I'm so hard it's painful. I'm so turned on by the sounds she's making and the way she fell apart that when I press my hips into the mattress I come, and I don't even care. I don't care about anything except her legs spread on my bed and my name still on her lips.

She goes quiet. Her hand loosens in my hair. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh and then another.