Cold as Ice – Playing For Keeps Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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"Um, I just thought you should know that I've never…."

His expression softens. "You've been saving it for me, haven't you?"

I shouldn't encourage him, but I nod anyway. It's the truth. There is no one but him. There never has been and never will be. My heart has been his since I met him. Even if I can't have him, it'll always belong to him. Every piece of me will. If one day is all I get, it'll have to last me a lifetime.

Emotion flares in his eyes before he sinks to the floor at my feet.

His hands on my bare legs send a frisson of heat through me.

"Steady," he murmurs. "Steady. I just want to see it. Touch it. Taste it." His eyes glow when he looks at me. "Christ, let me taste it, Kelsey."

"I…" I lick my lips and nod.

He holds my gaze as he works my skirt and panties down over my hips. They pool on the floor at my feet, leaving me half-naked. I'm already so wet, so ready for him. I think I have been since I heard him behind me.

"Fuck," he groans, dropping his gaze to my sex. "Look at you. So pretty pink."

My cheeks heat, a flush moving through me. I've never been shy, but no one has ever looked at me like he is right now, either. As if he's staring at salvation. As if he's going to eat me alive. I shiver, hoping he does. I want it. More than I want my next breath.

He scoots forward on his knees, lifting my left leg over his shoulder. His lips touch the inside of my knee and then my inner thigh.

"Kris." I squirm, my stomach clenching as he inhales deeply, scenting me like I'm prey.

"Fucking perfect," he growls, flicking his gaze up to mine. "You know how long I've been dreaming about this, princess? How many times I've thought about dragging you into this room and doing this very thing to you?"

I shake my head silently.

"Every night." He drags his nose up my sex, groaning. "Every fucking night."

"Kris, please." I cling to the doorknob, already shaking. He's barely even touched me, and I'm already convinced I'm not going to survive whatever he's about to do to me. I want it too badly. Need him too badly.

His tongue glides through my folds, settling on the swollen nub at the top of my sex. I cry out his name as electricity shoots through me in every direction, setting off landslides. It feels so good, so good.

"Cry my name louder, princess," he orders me. "So loud the whole arena hears you."

I try to resist, knowing we can't get caught like this with the media and general public roaming the halls. But when he licks me again, I shout his name this time, unable to stop myself. What is he doing to me? Why does it feel so good?

"Because you belong to me," he says, letting me know I said that out loud. "You're mine, Kelsey. Your body knows me, princess." He licks me again and then again, grinding his thumb against that swollen bundle of nerves. "You know it too, don't you?"

"I…I…" I'm not sure how I'm going to answer that. Fortunately, I don't have to find out. He groans again and buries his face in my center, too hungry to wait for a response. He eats me as if he can't stop himself, sucking and biting.

The coil in my stomach winds tighter and tighter. My veins liquefy.

"Kris. Kris, I'm…"

"Come," he growls, flicking his gaze up to look at me. "I want to taste you on me all night, elskan mín."

He slips a finger inside me, curling it up to hit some magical spot. His tongue settles against me, running in circles around my button. I shout his name, shattering like fine crystal. Waves of euphoria roll through my veins one after another. The world erupts in a spray of color.

My legs give out.

Kris catches me, dragging me down onto his lap.

"I need in you." He grinds against me as he nips at my throat. "Christ, Kelsey. I can't wait."

"Yes," I moan, placing my hands on his shoulders, still shaking from my orgasm. I drag myself to my knees, straddling his lap, eager for more. I want all of him, here and now.

Somehow, he frees himself from his pants, cursing his uniform pads the whole time. At least he shares my opinion of them. I grind against him, too turned on to think straight. Too turned on to care about the game or anything but the fact that he's under me with his erection in his hand.

I need him in me. Now.

He chokes on my name as I sink down onto him. His hands on my hips guide me. Our mouths move together, frantic, urgent. We've come too far to stop now. We both need this too badly. My body stretches around him.


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