Home Ice (11 page)

“You and Beefy, you mean. To leave us alone.”

In my mind, I turned it to
Beefcake
again. I let out a nervous laugh and bit my tongue to keep from saying it aloud. “Yes, me and Beefy.”

He turned onto my street and rolled into the driveway, but he didn’t turn off the engine. He put the car in park and turned in his seat to face me, that same panty-melting smile on his face, and he trailed the tips of his fingers up the back of my hand. Every touch, no matter how seemingly insignificant or barely there, had my body buzzing like an agitated beehive.

“I’m not going to lie,” he said after a long minute. “I want you to ask me to come in. I like the idea of testing out Zoe’s suggestion. I think she’s onto something, and I think we should explore it. But if you aren’t on board with that or if you think we’d be rushing things, I’ll walk you to your door and then go.”

“Without even a good-night kiss?”

He winked. “I would hope you’d allow me that, at the very least, but I’d understand if you didn’t want it.”

I wasn’t inclined to let things stop with a simple good-night kiss. I mean, how often would a chance like this present itself? I was almost forty, and most of my evenings were claimed by my daughters. They would be for a long time to come, too, even though they were growing up far faster than I would like sometimes. I probably wouldn’t have another kid-free night for at least a couple of months. It had been an eternity since I’d been with a man, and there was no telling how long it might be until the next opportunity presented itself.

I screwed up my courage and decided to go for it. “I’m not sure I’ll be satisfied with just a kiss.”

“No?”

“No. Why don’t you shut off the ignition and come in with me?”

“Oh, thank God.”

WE BARELY HAD
the front door closed when Paige was practically climbing me, like she was trying to crawl inside my body. And damn if I didn’t want to let her. We both removed our coats, tossing them on the hall cabinet along with her purse to join the array I’d discovered earlier.

I leaned back against the door and dragged her forward by her hips until she was nestled right up against me. I couldn’t get enough of her curves. Every time she’d allowed me to guide her with a hand on her back, I’d been dying to really touch her, to explore her body.

Paige was petite and fit. Some women who worked hard to stay in shape lost most of their curves, toning until they were almost as straight and angular as me. Not Paige. She had the sexiest ass, one that her dress hugged and accented in a way that made my mouth water. I slipped my hands down and back, exploring how tight it was, its perfect shape, and she burrowed closer to me. My cock came to attention then, more urgently than it had been to that point, pressing into her belly. We fit together seamlessly, soft against hard, her curves molding to me in an addictive way. It was like we were made for each other.

“I want to feel your hands on me,” she said, breathless, tugging my shirt up from my pants. “Everywhere. On my skin. And I want to touch you. I want to learn everything there is to know about your body, to memorize the feel of you.”

When she freed my hem, I still hadn’t processed the fact that the very thing I’d been unable to stop thinking about for the last week was really happening. Her fingertips teased my abs as she slid them up my torso.

“Weren’t we supposed to be taking this to the couch?” I asked.

She popped open a couple of my buttons. “We could take it straight to the bedroom.”

I fought down a groan. “No point wasting time?”

In lieu of an answer, she took my hand and took charge, leading me up the stairs and down the hall. She didn’t leave me any time to take in my surroundings. She spun me around and pushed on my chest with both hands, and I fell back onto the bed. I reached for her as I collapsed, gripping her thighs and drawing her up so she straddled me. That forced her dress to inch upward. Starting at the backs of her knees, I teased her sensitive skin as I began my study of her—learning what she liked; discovering her erogenous zones; discerning if she preferred soft or hard, fast or slow, rough or gentle.

As I trailed my fingers up the backs of her thighs, my eyes never leaving hers, she made short work of undoing my shirt and pushing it back over my shoulders. She raked her eyes over my chest, and then she followed the same path with her hands.

When Paige touched me, it was unlike any other woman’s touch I’d ever experienced. It was as if her hands were an extension of her soul, and she was using them to find mine. I’d had plenty of massages in my day, but this was as different as night and day. She followed a path her hands knew well, even though she’d never had those hands on me before, exploring the way the various muscles came together.

Then she dropped her head and used her tongue to follow the same trail her fingers had just blazed. I sucked in a sharp breath.

Paige lifted her head enough that she could look in my eyes, her tongue on my skin. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch, content for now to let her do as she would.

She traced the lines of my pecs with her tongue, lazily moving closer to my nipple and driving me out of my mind with need. When she reached it, she flicked her tongue a couple of times before taking it into her mouth and sucking, and my cock jerked as if
that
was where she had her mouth. With a lusty laugh, she wiggled her hips.

That was enough to brush the heat of her center over the tip of my cock. Never mind the fact that we were both almost fully clothed. I was practically desperate to get inside her, but at the same time, I hated the thought of putting an end to her ministrations. Paige Calhoun was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I’d be damned if I didn’t let her have it.

She inched upward, focusing her attention on the hollow at the base of my neck.

“You’re killing me,” I ground out.

“You want me to stop?”

Hell no. But I wanted to give as good as I got. “Tell me what you want. Show me what you like.”

“I want you. Naked. And I want to get my hands on every hard inch of your body.”

“I think we can make that happen.” I put a hand on the small of her back to support her as I flipped our positions, momentarily crushing her to the mattress.

She let out a sharp gasp, but a needy moan soon followed. I kissed her chin and straightened away from her so I could get up and strip. With her eyes taking in my every move, devouring me as I bared myself to her, she bit down on her lower lip. She was so fucking sexy when she did that. It made me think about her using those teeth to nip my flesh. With those thoughts racing through my head, I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.

I tossed them all in a heap on the floor and crawled back into the bed, supporting myself above her with my arms. She still had every stitch of her clothes on, right down to the slinky heels she’d worn tonight. My hands were itching to peel that dress off her body, but I was just as anxious to see what she would do next.

Starting at my wrists, she slid her hands up my arms, a painstaking inch at a time. Good thing I still worked out as much as I had in my playing days, because she wasn’t in any rush to move on to the next bit. When she got to my shoulders, she put one hand on the back of my neck and drew me down to kiss her.

As soon as our lips touched, her mouth was open and waiting. I slid my tongue inside to meet hers, and they tangled together the way we’d done that first time, both languid and urgent at once.

She didn’t stop there, gliding her hands down the expanse of my back and opening her legs so I could settle between them. If not for her dress and panties, I could already be where I wanted to be—so deep inside her that her toes would curl. I groaned against her mouth when she reached my ass and gripped each cheek like she meant it, drawing me closer still to her heat. When she rolled her hips, I nearly lost it.

I broke off the kiss and ground out, “I need to be inside you.” It had been too damn long since I’d been with a woman. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, especially with the sensual torment she was putting me through.

She gave me a sultry, slinky grin. “Roll over.”

It was about time. I did what she told me to, bringing her with me and trying to figure out how to get her dress off her as soon as she was no longer trapped beneath my weight. I tugged at the hem, attempting to peel it up and over her head, but that didn’t work very well. It only moved a bit.

She shook her head, though, and slipped out of my grasp.

I was a patient man, normally, but Paige was seriously trying it right now.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she resumed her careful survey of my body by inching her way up my legs. By the time she reached my knees, I broke out in a sweat, desperate for more. When she lowered her head and licked the inside of my thigh, it was all I could do to fist my hands in her bedding instead of her hair.

She worked her way higher slowly. Meticulously. A brief touch of her tongue to the vee line of my oblique muscles. Then I couldn’t help it. My hips bucked up, an involuntary reaction to her being so close to where I wanted her. I could feel her smile against my skin. She settled herself between my thighs. Lowered her head. Took me in her mouth.

I was in heaven.

MATTIAS KEPT FISTING
and releasing the comforter. I thought about telling him he could grab hold of my hair and direct me where he wanted me, but that would require taking a break from what I was doing.

He was reveling in it too much for me to stop my efforts now. His enjoyment gave me supreme satisfaction, so I focused on giving him the best blow job of his life. It was one thing that, in all the years I’d been married, Dan had never gotten bored with. I knew how to suck a man off. Until I’d gotten Mattias down on the bed and put my hands on him, I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed it. I got my hands in on the act, gently massaging his balls with one as I used the other to assist me in covering more ground.

I dipped down again, and he brought his knees up on either side of me, straining with the effort to let me pleasure him without grinding his hips up into me.

“
Ja
,” he said, his voice rough and husky, cracking from exertion even though I was the one currently doing all the work. He’d have his turn soon enough. “
Det är så bra,
sötnos
.”

The fact that he was speaking in Swedish only reconfirmed the idea that I was rocking his world, even though I didn’t have the first clue what he meant. I ramped up my efforts, swirling my tongue around his head before taking him in as deeply as I could manage.

Then he did put a hand on the back of my head, gently urging me to bob. If that was what he wanted, that was what I’d give him. Relaxing so he could take control of things, I allowed myself to exult in the sensation of his hot, hard erection filling me in this way.

“Paige,” he said, easing me up and off his length.

I shot my eyes up to meet his.

He caressed my face, his thumb gliding over my cheekbone. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.” He’d already said that to me before, but this time there was a sense of urgency to his words that I knew better than to ignore.

I fished through my nightstand drawer for a condom. I’d bought some while the girls were in school one day, on the off chance I’d have the opportunity to make use of them—better safe than sorry—and squashed them between the pages of an anatomy book, in case one of the girls went searching through my things for tweezers or a particular shade of fingernail polish. It took me a minute to get my hand on the little foil wrapper, but as soon as I did, I tossed it Mattias’s way.

While he opened it and prepared himself, I reached over my shoulders and unclasped my dress, then eased the zipper down. Once it was loose, I allowed it to slide off my shoulders and drop down my arms, pooling at my feet. Mattias’s eyes never left me. He rolled to his side and propped himself up on one elbow. When I stretched my arms behind my back to unhook my bra, he reached for himself and stroked. My breasts jiggled when the bra fell away. I fixed my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and started lowering them.