Page 95 of Cross the Line

Something cold and hard traced over my lips, and I smiled as some water dribbled down my cheek. “Ice.”

He kissed me in answer, the warmth of his mouth a contrast to the chill only moments before. If this was a preview of what was to come, it was going to be torture in the best possible way.

He glided the ice down my neck, and my body opened to him, like a flower blossoming. I was tempted to open my eyes so I could see his expression, but I didn’t want to give him a reason to stop. Not when it felt so good.

The ice cube dipped lower still, trailing down my breast, circling my nipple. He followed the path with his mouth, my back arching off the table because holy shit, that felt amazing. And I could only imagine what it would feel like as he continued his descent.

He took his time with my breasts, lavishing them with attention before moving on to my stomach. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t maybe…ever. I was so tuned into him, to this moment. The sound of his breath as he exhaled. The shock of the chill followed by the warmth of his mouth. Fire and ice.

“Still okay?” he asked, both sensations leaving my skin tingling with anticipation and need. My heated skin was going haywire, the contrast only adding to my arousal.

“Yes.” I choked out the word. “Yes. Please don’t stop.” Though I loved that he was checking in.

He chuckled, low and deep. It was sexy and sensual. My brain was short-circuiting, everything I thought I’d known—about sex, relationships, even love—rewritten by Carson. And instead of fearing it, I embraced it. Because when I was with Carson, I felt both safe and bold, but also brave. Brave enough to believe that maybe we could overcome any obstacle, even my brother.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Iwish you could see yourself,” I rasped, my control slipping. “Laid out like a feast just for me. Lips parted. Body flushed.”

Logan arched her back, her skin pinkened from desire. I skimmed my fingers over her curves, loving the way she shifted as if seeking even more of my touch. She was gorgeous—eyes closed, so trusting. I knew it was because she felt safe with me, and that was a heady feeling.

I pushed her thighs apart, spread her wide, then let the ice drip-drip-drip onto her clit. She hissed, and I could tell she wanted to close her legs, draw up her feet, but she didn’t. She fought the urge. She allowed me to remain in control, relinquishing it to me.

“Good job, Lo.” I rewarded her by pressing a kiss to her hip bone. “Staying so still for me.”

“Carson.” Her voice had an edge to it.

“Yeah?” I popped the ice cube into my mouth, sucking on it.

“How much longer do you intend to torture me?” she gritted out.

I smiled to myself, dragging my fingertips over her hips, down her mound. The lightest of touches as I teased the place where she wanted me most. She groaned, and I pressed on my cock. It was aching to be inside her, but I wouldn’t allow it. Not yet.

I lowered my head to her clit, and she let out a string of unintelligible curses that had my cock swelling even more.

“You like that, Lo?” I stroked her with my tongue, cold and hot and wet and fucking delicious.

She clutched the edges of the table, seeking purchase. “Carson. Please.”

“Open your eyes.”

I peered up at her as I returned my mouth to her clit, inserting a finger. Then another. And then I watched with satisfaction as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Yeah. That’s it. I grinned.

She gasped, her body clenching around me. So fucking hot. Seeing her unravel, knowing she trusted me. She wanted me. Wanted this. Us.

She was mine, and I wouldn’t let her forget it.

I kept at it, watching her body as her pleasure built. Reading the signals of her desire. It wasn’t long before she was crying out, but I didn’t stop. I kept going and going until her body was shaking, her hand on my wrist as if to stop me or perhaps hold me there.

“I want you.” She looked me in the eyes. “Inside me. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. As much as I’d enjoyed our teasing and games last night, I didn’t have the patience for it this morning. Especially not after our conversation.

I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder. She’d wanted to change the rules. She’d suggested exclusivity. And fuck if that didn’t make my chest swell and my smile grow.

She laughed, slapping my ass as I carried her to the bedroom. I set her on the mattress, her tits bouncing slightly from the impact. I groaned at the sight.