She arched beneath me as goosebumps rose down her arms, so I did it again and again until her fingers threaded through my hair, and she sighed my name.
One day I’d make her scream it.
Ignoring the caution lights in my brain, I kissed my way down to her collarbone, then to the valley between her breasts. Persephone might have been petite, but her breasts weren’t—they were the perfect size to fill my hands, but not overflow them. The pale, soft orbs rose with every breath, and my mouth fucking watered as I lowered my lips to the nipple that showed through the lace.
“Persephone?” I asked, hovering above her.
“God, yes!” She arched, bringing her breast to my lips. I licked and sucked her through the fabric while I palmed its partner, then groaned when she filled my hand exactly like I thought she would. She was so responsive beneath me, like a living flame, and I wanted to feel her skin under my tongue, not this lace.
I reached under her back and unfastened her bra with one hand. She stripped it off herself, leaving her bare to the cool air of the rink. Perfect breasts. Perfect, pink nipples. Perfect Persephone.
“I told you. Fucking flawless.” Our eyes locked for an instant, hers glazed with want.
She cried out when I sucked her into my mouth, my tongue swirling over her as her hips rose beneath me. I let myself rock against her once, my cock hard and insistent at the seam of her pants.
“Cannon,” she moaned, sending another jolt of white-hot need down my spine. Her hand reached across my abdomen, and I barely caught her before she got to my cock. “Please? Let me.”
I rose above her. “You touch me, and we’ll violate rule number five,” I growled against her mouth.
“Then fuck rule number five.” She stared up at me with heavy, crystal blue eyes. “Please, Cannon. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” She nipped at my lower lip to make her point.
Her first time wasn’t going to be on a goddamned bench. It wasn’t even going to be with me. Pain, sharp and vicious, ripped through my chest at the thought, but it was true. The only way to get us out of this thing unscathed was to hold to that fucking rule.
“Please,” she repeated, rocking her hips so my cock gave her the friction she sought. “God, you feel good. You make me feel good. Please don’t stop.”
I groaned from both the pleasure screaming through my body and the heady nature of her words. Fuck, her breaths were coming faster, her thighs were tight around my hips, and she was flushed from cheeks to breasts. Getting her off would be so fucking easy, and then at least one of us would get some relief.
I sank into her kiss and sent my hand down her belly, savoring the dips and hollows of her curves until I reached her waistband.
“This is up to you,” I reminded her in the softest voice I could manage.
“Teach me.” She placed her own hand on top of mine and then guided me under that fabric, and then the soft lace of her thong. Holy shit, the woman wore garters and thongs. I wasn’t just fucked, I was royally, completely fucked.
“Take whatever you want,” she whispered in my ear as she slipped her hand free, then sucked on my lobe gently.
I shuddered at the simple caress. “I’m not taking. I’m giving,” I promised.
Then I braced my weight carefully on my elbow, rolling slightly to the side, and kissed her senseless while my fingers trailed down, down, and found her wet and slick.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Persephone.” She was ready. So fucking ready. My cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat as I parted her, then slid my finger from her pussy to her clit.
She cried out, gripping my neck and my arm, her eyes flying to mine. “Again,” she demanded. “Do it again.”
So I did. I circled her clit and teased every nerve ending until she swelled beneath my fingers, and she soaked the fabric of her thong. Her hips rose and fell with my touch, trying to gain enough control to ride my hand. I gave her a touch then backed away, barely brushing her clit, then retreated as she started to writhe beneath me. Pure fucking fire.
“Cannon! Touch me!” she shouted.
“I am touching you.” I swirled two fingers around her opening, then dragged them up and around her clit. I could play this woman all goddamn night and never get bored. Fuck that, I could play her body for the rest of my life.
“You know what I mean!” She kissed me, and I nearly gave in as her tongue worked over mine. Her hips bucked under my hand, and I flicked her clit once. She cried out again.
“Tell me why you bought me.” I kissed the edge of her mouth. “Tell me why you didn’t send me out with someone else.”
Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and wild. Then she softened. “Because I wanted you, damn it! Because I didn’t want you to fuck another woman. I wanted you to fuck me, and it was the closest—”
I pressed down on her clit as satisfaction roared through my veins. She’d wanted me. Not the hotshot, douchebag banker. Me.
She moaned, loud and long as I stroked her over and over. “Yes. God, yes. More. Cannon, more.”
If she ever realized the power she held over me every time she said my name like that, I’d be done for. I circled her pussy, and slid one finger in slowly.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, sucking at that spot on her neck.
“Yes!” she shouted.
She was so fucking tight, her muscles constricting around that one finger. Virgin, I reminded myself, and slowed even more, stroking her walls as I began to pump her slowly while my thumb worked her clit. When she started to ride that finger, I nearly came in my fucking pants like a teenager. Her sensuality was off the charts. How could she ever believe she was cold?
I carefully added a second finger and ground my dick against the bench to keep myself under control. God, she would feel so good around me—all hot, wet silk when I—
No. Because I wasn’t ever going there.
Her breath came in stuttered gasps as she kissed me, her fingernails digging into my skin, reminding me that this wasn’t a dream. I had her beneath me. Her tongue was in my mouth. My fingers were in her pussy. For this exquisite moment, she was mine.
Her thighs began to tremble, and she keened a cry that was half pleasure, half plea. I found that spot inside her and rubbed at her while my thumb gave her the pressure she needed.
“I would have bought you, too,” I admitted in a harsh whisper before she exploded beneath me.
She screamed my name, her hands gripping me tight as her pussy convulsed around me, clamping down on my fingers as she rode out her orgasm. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
I stroked her down until she was through the aftershocks. Then I slipped my finger free of her heat as she gasped for breath, going limp beneath me.
“Holy shit,” she muttered as her head rolled toward mine. Her eyes were even bluer, the shade somehow clearer as she looked at me.
I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked the taste of her clean, knowing her in the only way I’d let myself. Sweet and salty and decadent, just like the woman herself.
She whimpered. “That’s really…God, that’s hot.” She leaned up on her elbows. “Now you.”
“No.” I stood, somewhat surprised that my skates were still on. “Never me. I won’t go there with you.”