17. Melly

17

MELLY

T here was nothing better than an out of control ice lord.

My ice lord, that is.

He tossed me onto the bed and joined me, his forearms caging my arms, his mouth claiming mine.

I clung to him, on fire for him already. Funny how it hadn't taken me long to realize I wanted to be with this guy in every way possible. Need pounded through me, and the only thing grounding me was my hands on his shoulders.

His tongue stroked its way past my lips, the only barrier to my mouth and probably my heart. Our mouths moved together and like he was the fire to dry wood, I caught flame. I feverishly tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, craving the feel of his skin on mine.

He lifted his head. "You're sure?"

"About everything," I breathed. "Clothing. Off. Show me what you can offer." The last came out in a teasing tone .

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a grin. He wrenched his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.

I took in the play of muscles across his smooth blue chest, the way his abs rippled as he held himself above me. With a fingertip, I traced his pecs and meandered down his sternum to the rows of taut muscles flexing across his belly. "You must work out all the time."

"Ice climbing. Hiking. Repairing ice cabins. Rock climbing. Search and rescue where we go for days without stopping, determined to find whoever is lost."

"That's amazing. I imagine it's scary but wonderful when you locate them."

"It gave me a purpose when I needed one most."

I sensed there was more to his family story than just an older brother who was distant, one who apparently had no qualms about stealing his younger brother's girlfriend. Slime, that's what he was, and I'd shout it in his face if I ever met him. I'd want to shout it, that is. I wouldn't do anything to embarrass Elrik or myself.

But I didn't want to think about that right now. I wanted to show him that I adored everything about him, that I wanted him above all others.

His mouth fell on mine again, hot and demanding, and I gave way, any barrier I might've erected around my heart falling to let in this male alone.

He tugged my sundress up, bunching it in his big fist, until there was nothing between us but my skimpy panties and bra.

Leaving my mouth, he kissed along my jaw and down my neck, nibbling as he went. My skin caught flame wherever he touched, and as he teased his tongue across my overheated skin, my moan ripped out.

He stroked my thigh, his hand creating swirling patterns that crept closer and closer to my core. I was feverish already, thrusting my hips up. I craved his hand there. His fingers. His mouth. His cock.

He eased my underwear down, and I kicked it away. My bra soon followed. And when he nudged my thighs apart, I spread them eagerly.

He lifted his head and watched my face as he traced his finger through my wetness. His groan ripped out. "You're amazing. I want you very much." He kept his eyes locked on mine as he dipped a finger inside me. "Fuck. So wet for me. So tight. I can't wait to sink my cock into your pretty pussy, to feel it clench around me as you come, to hear your cry as you give in to your pleasure."

He thrust a finger deep, and my guttural moan echoed in the room. And when his thumb found my clit and stroked it, I gasped and jerked my hips up to meet his hand.

I wanted his mouth down there and on my breasts. My belly. Everywhere he wanted to lick and suck.

He kissed me again while his hand performed magic between my legs. Finally, his head lifted, and he gave me the sweetest smile. "I'm going to taste you. Come for me while I do it, would you?"

I had a feeling I'd be coming more than once tonight. I nodded and tipped my head back, smiling as he sucked on one nipple, then the other. They formed tight beads, and when he gently nibbled, I couldn't hold back my cry of pleasure .

He kissed across my belly and crawled between my legs, pulling his fingers out of my body only to replace them with his mouth. His very long, thick tongue stroked my inner walls so nicely. His fingers rolled my clit.

This man knew how to ply a woman's body, and I was so lost in what he was doing, I didn't have time to wonder where he'd learned this skill.

He lifted his head, his finger replacing his tongue, stroking my inner walls and driving my body ever higher. "There's only me for you and you for me. No one is ever going to come between us."

"I want you, Elrik. You. No one else."

He plunged his fingers deep within me, curling them, pulling them out only to drive them inside me again. His thumb remained on my clit, rubbing in a way that drove me into a frenzy. "When I'm with you, all I want to do is kiss you. I need to keep my hands on you because when we're not touching, I feel lost. From the moment I met you at that wedding, you were the only one I could see, the only one I wanted to be with like this. You're perfect. Precious. And I'm going to show you how wonderful you are every single day of your life."

"Elrik," I groaned.

He eased up and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue. I'd never thought something that simple could be arousing, but that combined with his fingers moving inside me sent me to the edge and thrust me over the other side.

An orgasm crashed through me, and I rode it, holding on tight while his fingers moved within me and his tongue stroked mine.