Spiral (Off the Ice, #2) (95)

I didn’t think Sage could get any more perfect. But she proves me wrong every day. She moves on to twirl the blue nylon of my World Junior Championships ribbon between her fingers before holding it up to me. “The big moment?”

“Huge.”

She puts it back. “Do you keep it as a memory?”

“Not a fond one.”

She moves toward my dresser and looks through the drawers like she’ll find something. Her fingers run along the neutral shirts and pants. “You know other colors exist, right?”

I follow to where she stands. “I think you wear enough for the both of us.”

She glances at her yellow sundress, beaming.

“You done, warden?” I say.

Sage collapses onto my bed and looks at me like I’m supposed to know what she’s thinking. I think I have a pretty good idea when I take a step forward and her eyes flare. Enjoying her thrumming anticipation, I pivot and lean against the dresser instead.

We stare at each other for a long beat.

“What’s your move?” she asks, lifting onto her elbows.

“My move?”

She runs a hand over the gray comforter. “Yeah, like in high school? How did you get the girl?”

My face must show my confusion.

She sits up. “If I was a girl you

“You are.”

“What would you do?”

“You’re already in my room, I don’t think I need to try any harder.”

She doesn’t seem satisfied with my straightforward response. Sage makes a move for the door. But I intercept her before she can reach it, allowing my lips to trail along the side of her neck. Brushing her hair aside, I press my nose against the curve of her throat, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur.

She turns so her back is against the door. “I want you to pretend.”

When Sage asks for what she wants, it always makes my heart race. I can never predict what she’ll ask for, but she knows I’ll give it to her no matter what.

A shiver rolls through her when I allow my warm breath to fall on her sensitive skin. “First, I’d ask if you would want to go somewhere quiet.”

Her sigh of pure pleasure escapes when she grips my forearms. “Yes. Take me somewhere quiet.”

I slip my hand over the curve of her ass, slowly lifting the fabric of her sundress. “Then I’d make sure you were sober.”

“I am.” Her answer is shaky and breathless.

Our mouths brush, and her breath hitches.

“Then I’d ask if I could kiss you,” I whisper right against her lips. I don’t hear her answer. Instead, she raises herself up to meet my lips. Her mouth is hot and needy, her nails digging into my wrists, telling me she wants this—me—now.

She pulls back. “You’re not going to ask if I’m single?” she purrs, playing along. She moans when I lift her dress to her waist. Letting my hand slide over the bare skin.

“No.” I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. “Because I don’t care.”

“Oh, you should, my boyfriend is huge. We need to make this quick.” She tries to move me to the bed, but I don’t budge. wanted—“

“I’m taking my time with you. Your boyfriend can wait.” I trail kisses along her collarbone, pulling her dress over her head. The perfect view of her breasts makes my blood heat. I take her nipple into my mouth, squeezing a handful in my palm, and enjoying the way she writhes against me. With a flick of my thumb, I hook it into the waistband of her panties and tug them down until they slip off her hips. My kisses trail lower, descending her trembling body, and I can feel her pulse ricochet against my lips. She yelps when I pull her leg over my shoulder and press her firmly into the door. The house is large enough that my parents won’t hear, and Sage must know it, because she moans loudly when I push two fingers inside her.

“More,” she cries. “I need more.”

Listening to her breathy command, my mouth seals over her clit as she shakes. “You look so pretty spread open. Is this all for me? Just from the sound of my voice?” I whisper against her slick pussy.

Sage’s eyes squeeze shut, her fingers tangling in the long hair at the nape of my neck.

“You want more?”

She moans in pleasure. “Yes. Give me more.”

With two fingers already inside her, I increase my speed to match her moans. When the languid strokes of my tongue accompany the movements, she gasps and arches her back.

I curve my fingers at the perfect angle, and within seconds her toes curl and her orgasm comes crashing. She’s loose limbs and quick breaths when I move back up to her face.

“Can your boyfriend make you do that?”

“I don’t know,” she pants. “You should do it again, so I can really compare.”

I lift her and drop her on my bed, her curly hair bouncing. If I wasn’t so fucking hard right now, I’d spend an eternity staring at every inch of her, committing it to memory.

With a hand to the back of my head, she pulls me in for a desperate kiss. Her hips grind against mine and I pull back to remove my clothes, tossing my shirt, jeans, and boxers into a messy pile. I line up my cock between her legs, slipping the tip between her slick folds. Sage’s eyes light with the same fire I feel inside.