Page 23 of 10 Things I Skate About You

“Same, girl. But I don’t want to fight it anymore. Do you?”

Her pouty lower lip trembles, and then she whispers, “Not tonight.”

“Yeah. Not tonight.” I crook a finger under her chin and tilt it up. “C’mere, darlin’.”

Kate leans in to kiss me. Soft and yearning at first. Quickly becoming passionate and confused. Passionately confused. She straddles me, and her kisses are brimming with all the hellfire she usually serves me, but instead of words she’s torturing me with her lips and tongue. “Why’d you have to be such a good kisser, you bastard?”

I squeeze her hips, eliciting a moan. “Why’d it have to take you so damn long to find out?”

She runs her fingers through my hair and whispers into my ear, “Take off my sweater dress.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

My beautiful Valentine’s date lifts up her ass so I can pull her sweater up over her head. I suck in a breath, because I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, but god damn, nothing could have prepared me for how beautiful her naked tits are. Full and perky and pink little nipples on pale freckled skin. Christ almighty. I’m speechless. She holds on to my neck and arches back, offering herself to me, and she does not have to ask. I take one perfect bud into my mouth and suck so hard she cries out, “Adam!”

So that’s what it takes to get her to call me by my given name.

I suck harder and harder. She bears down on me, rocking and grinding against my erection. Cupping both of her breasts in my hands, I kiss across the smooth, pillowy expanse of them.Reverent and greedy and so fucking horny I don’t even care what crazy sounds I’m making. “I will fucking devour you tonight, if you’ll let me, Red,” I say to her left tit.

“Yes. Do it.”

“I wanna make sure you understand what I mean, darlin’.” I nip at her flesh and drag my fingernails down her back, making her shudder and squeeze her thighs together so tight. “You won’t be able to skate tomorrow morning, that’s for damn sure.”

“Good thing I’m not competing in the nationals,” she says, still with an edge even when her voice is all low and breathy.

I flick my tongue against her nipple again, massaging her plump, firm ass. Kate’s a funny woman, but this figure skater’s ass of hers is no joke. She pushes back into my hands, wriggling around, and then she goes still and I know exactly what she wants. Shewantsit. I spread my fingers over the sweet spot, raise my hand, and give her a good spanking. Not too hard. Enough to sting, not enough to bruise her. I hold her tight when she tenses up. Her head drops back, mouth open.

She shivers and slowly lowers her chin to gaze down at me. “I hated that,” she hisses. “Do it again. Same thing.”

I tug down her panties, exposing the soft, warm, flesh of her ass. And I do it again. And again. She gasps and shudders. I swear I have never had such a painful erection, and of course Kate would do this to me—of course she would. But I am so close to getting what I want, I know it will be worth it. I can feel how wet she is because her arousal has soaked through the fabric of my pants. “You’ll be the death of me, Red.” I caress the skin where it’s hot and probably bright pink. Cover it up with her panties again.

“You had it coming, Foley.” It’s the most erotic-sounding threat I have ever heard. She pulls my sweater off over my head and stares down at my chest, frowning. “I hate you,” she whispers.

“Pretty fucking magnificent, ain’t it?”

She drags her hands down the center of my torso, light as a feather. “I wasn’t sure if you’d have chest hair or not,” she marvels, swirling her fingertips around my dark chest hairs. “Why is the hair on your chest so much darker than the hair on your head?”

Even if I had an answer for her, I wouldn’t be able to say it out loud, because she’s lowering herself to kneel between my legs and undoing my pants. I lift my hips so she can pull them down to my ankles. She bites her lip as she reaches for the waistband of my boxer briefs, eyes wide like she’s unwrapping another surprise Valentine’s gift.

Surprise.

I have a big, hard cock that’s weeping for you.

She carefully pulls my underwear off and cups my balls with one hand, wrapping the other around the base of my shaft.

“I will explode in your mouth the second you take me into it, darlin’.”

Grinning, she says in a girlish voice, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to do this, then…” Kate sticks out her tongue and licks the precum from the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. She licks up my shaft, sloppily and enthusiastically, but it’s the moaning that’ll put me over the edge.

“Baby…” I grab two fistfuls of hair and pull her back. “Baby. You gotta let me fuck you now. Don’t make me beg.”

She twists her lips to one side and then says. “What if I want you to beg?”

I cup her face with both hands and fix her with a blurry, heavy-lidded stare. “Please. Please let me fuck you now, darlin’. I am begging you.”

The biggest, most beautiful smile spreads across her flushed face. “All right. You may.”

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