Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“I feel responsible. Vander Zee has never been that…upset with me and it just hit differently.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Roman wants to take me away for a night.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “I’ll stay with the girls.”
I fiddle with the end of my braid. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
Her expression fills with empathy. “I think you deserve a night off from being responsible all the time. I also think you both need this time.”
“I really do,” I admit. “I need him. The end of the season is too far away.”
“I’ve got you. Your secret is safe with me.”
CHAPTER 29
ROMAN
“This is beautiful.” Lexi’s eyes are wide as I follow her into the cabin.
Should we be here? No. Can I find it in me to feel bad for giving in? Also, no.
Lexi needs a break from all the responsibilities, and I need her. I drop our bags and close the door behind me, locking out the cold. It’s warm and cozy, a fire already crackling in the fireplace.
“There’s a hot tub in the four-seasons room, and it’s very, very private.” Which is why I booked the place. Privacy and luxury.
Lexi links her fingers behind my neck. “I love private.”
“So do I.” I finger the end of her braid. “Because it means you can be exuberant and vocal.” I brush my lips across her cheek and whisper in her ear, “And no one can hear you beg for orgasms but me.”
She tugs at the zipper on my jacket. “I can’t wait.”
“Ah, ah.” I capture her hands and kiss her knuckles. “You don’t get to undress me yet.”
“But I had to behave myself for an hour and a half.” Her bottom lip juts out. “You wouldn’t even entertain road head or a handy.”
“It’s snowing,” I remind her. Besides, if her mouth is going to be on my cock I don’t want to have to pay attention to anything but her.
“I know. You’re frustratingly responsible.” She attempts to free her hands, but I circle her wrists. Her eyes light up with excitement. “I’m dying to get my hands and mouth on you.”
“You’d like to start our night on your knees then?”
Her smile turns devilish. “With a mouth full of your cock? Yes, please.”
This is the version of Lexi I spent the weekend with in New York: sexy, uninhibited, such a pleaser. I pin her wrists at her sides and slant my mouth over hers. She melts into me, gives herself over. All it takes is one kiss to make me ravenous for her. All the texting in preparation for tonight, followed by an hour and a half of Lexi practically begging me to let her suck my cock, has pushed me to the edge. I had a plan for tonight, and she’s already derailed it.
I break the kiss and release her hands. Before she can reach for me, I give her a look that freezes her in place. “Get naked.”
She shrugs out of her jacket and drapes it on the entry table. I drop to one knee and work on unlacing her boots as she pulls her sweater and shirt over her head, tossing them aside. She braces a hand on my shoulder and lifts one foot at a time so I can rid her of her boots. As soon as they’re off, she shimmies out of her leggings and panties, leaving her gloriously naked.
I smooth my hands up her hips as I rise, cupping between her thighs while I give her braid a light tug. “So fucking beautiful.”
She moans when I wrap it around my fist and tip her head back. I press two fingers against her entrance. “So wet and ready.” I give her pussy a gentle slap and she moans softly. But she doesn’t try to touch me. Not yet. She needs an escape from all the decision making and I need to be the one who gives her what she craves.
I grab a throw pillow from the closest chair and drop it at my feet. “On your knees, angel.” We’re still standing in the entryway.
She sinks to the floor, braid still fisted in my hand, eyes on mine, waiting for the next order. She’s such a force on the ice, such a powerhouse of a woman, talented and driven. Capable, competent and in control. But here, when it’s just us, she lets it all go. Just for me. And I fucking love it.
“Get my cock out.”
She quickly unbuckles my belt as I pull my shirt over my head, finds the button, and drags my zipper down. Her warm hand slides into my boxer briefs and curves around my erection, freeing it.
Her eyes lift as she gives me a slow stroke, lips brushing over the head. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months. Years, even.”
“That makes two of us,” I admit. “Now show me how much you’ve missed my cock.”