Melting the Ice

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“Are you sure we’re just trying on clothes, or is this some nefarious plan to get me na**d so you can sex me up on your worktable?”
As soon as he’d said it, visuals of climbing on top of him and riding him on her oversize worktable filled her mind.
“Of course not.”
“Good. Because I’d like to bend you over that window seat and take you from behind.”
Her gaze immediately shot to the window. “Seriously? At the window? Where people could see us?”
“Come on, Lina. Living dangerously is half the fun.”
She could already feel him behind her, pounding into her while she planted her hands on the window seat, wondering who’d be looking in from outside.
Heat flared through her body. She pushed it aside.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Too bad. Just the thought of it made my dick hard.”
He shrugged out of his jeans, his erection very evident against his boxer briefs.
“Well . . . unharden it.”
He laughed. “Kind of difficult since it’s all I can think about now.”
It was all she could think about, too, damn him. She made an about-turn. “I’m going to get clothes. You work on that problem.”
“So, you want to watch me jack off?”
She pivoted in a hurry. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Your cheeks are pink. I’ll bet you’d like to see that.”
“Dammit, Drew, I didn’t bring you here to have sex with you. Now get serious about this.”
“Oh, I’m very serious, Lina.”
She stared at him—at his face this time, to let him know just how not funny she thought he was being.
“Okay, fine.” He stared at the ceiling.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Counting ceiling tiles.”
She tapped her foot and waited, trying not to stare at his cock. It took about a minute, but he finally nodded. “Okay, let’s play dress-up.”
She took the first outfit out of the garment bag. She’d chosen a pair of workout pants and a tight-fitting T-shirt. He put them on.
“Shoes?”
“I have some. Hang on.” She started into the other room, then stopped. “Oh, I need your size.”
He told her, then she dashed in and came out with shoes. He put them on.
“Now, walk,” she said.
“Walk, where?”
“Back and forth, like you’d be walking on the runway.”
“How?”
Of course. He was a guy and had likely never seen a fashion show. “Like this.” She demonstrated, walking the length of the room, pivoting, then walking back.
He smiled. “You have a great ass.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now you do the same.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to walk all girlie.”
“I don’t. I expect you to walk like a man.”
He slid his hand into the pocket and took a stroll.
God, he was a natural. Some models took years to perfect a walk like that. Drew took seconds to head down the room, stop, turn, and head back.
Women would be falling at his feet.
And even better, the outfit looked magnificent on him. He was tall, lean, with chiseled looks that would serve him well on the runway.
Or in a magazine.
Or on a billboard.
He was perfect for her line.
“How did I do?”
“Great. Stand there for a second.” She ran and grabbed her notebook and took a photo of him in the clothes. “Now put this set on.” She handed him the next outfit. He undressed, put it on, and did the same walk. She made notes and took photos while he tried on six different outfits.
He wore them all incredibly well. And didn’t complain once about being bored or irritated.
“Thank you for doing this,” she said as he climbed out of the last outfit.
“We’re done already?”
“Yes. Why? Did you enjoy it? Thinking of hanging up your skates and becoming a model?”
He laughed. “Not on your life. But for you, I don’t mind.”
He’d been so great about this. Even the professional models hated trying on clothes. Dressing them in an outfit and sending them down a runway at a packed show, fine. That’s what they were paid for. But they found fittings tiresome.
“You were awesome.”
He stepped toward her. “So does that mean I get some kind of reward?”
“Uh, like what?”
He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close. “I was thinking we could go make out on the window seat.”
“And I think you can get dressed now.”
Surprisingly, he let go of her and took a step back. “Okay, if that’s what you really want.”
The feel of his rock-hard body against hers made her want him.
And then he’d let go of her. So easily. Shockingly, actually, as she watched him climb into his jeans.
She was surprised by her disappointment. “Seriously? You’re getting dressed?”
He looked up at her. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes. No. I mean, yes, of course. We should go.”
“What do you want, Carolina?” he asked, his jeans still unzipped, hanging on his h*ps and making him look sexier than he did when he was standing there in his briefs. She could sketch him, just like that, the hint of his hipbone shadowed by the denim . . .
God, she was insane. Drew did this to her. Somehow this was all his fault.
“I need to get back to work. Make some adjustments to the clothing, line out the models.”
He walked over toward the door. Confused, she frowned. He wasn’t fully dressed yet. What was he doing?
When the lights went out, she was disoriented.
“Drew?”
“I’m right here.” He whispered, his body coming up to nestle behind hers. He wrapped his arms around her, then kissed her neck.
She shivered, closed her eyes, and tilted her head to the side, giving him access. Maybe it was seeing him mostly unclothed, or seeing him in her clothes. Maybe it was his cooperative spirit and the way he’d given himself over to modeling for her.
She didn’t know, and right now, right here, in the dark, with his body so close to hers, she stopped questioning it, stopped questioning herself. She only wanted Drew, only wanted his lips gliding along the column of her throat, pulling her sweater aside to nip at her shoulder.
She shuddered, and when he walked them forward, toward the window, her body pulsed with excitement.
“I’ve been thinking about you—about this window seat—since we walked in here tonight.”
He raised her sweater, spreading his hand across her stomach. Ripples of desire quivered throughout her body.
“I missed you while I was gone, Lina.” He whipped her around and cupped her chin, then kissed her, a searing hot kiss she felt through every nerve ending. She wanted more, wanted to be closer to him. She leaned into him, tunneled her fingers into his hair and moved her body against his.
When he groaned and cupped her butt, she knew she wanted him inside her. She’d missed him. That one night together—the night she thought would be the last time between them—hadn’t been enough.
She pulled back. “We could go back to my place.”
He smiled at her, a dark, dangerous smile that thrilled her. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Lina?”
“Uh, back in my apartment? In my bedroom?”
He laughed and turned her back around. “Look out the window. No one can see us. It’s dark in here. But you can look down at them.”
He popped the button on her jeans and drew her zipper down. His hand was warm as he slid it inside.
Her breath caught as he slipped his hand under her panties, cupping her sex.
“You’re wet, Lina.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
How could she not when she was a tight knot of nerve endings ready to burst?
“Yes.”
Arousal beat a furious dance, her pulse pounding as he tucked a finger inside her and rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit.
He cupped her breast over her sweater, caressing her nipple as he continued to pump his finger and roll his hand over the bud of her clit. The sensations were maddening. She thrust her sex against his hand, gripping his wrist to help him find the rhythm she needed.
“Your pu**y grips my finger,” he said, flicking her ear with his tongue. “Tight, hot.” He thrust into her. “Makes me want my c**k inside you, Lina. I want you bent over so I can watch it go in and out of you.”
His words, spoken in the darkness while he was behind her, only fueled the fire within her that raged nearly out of control. She was so close, hovering a breath’s whisper near the edge of falling.
“Come for me, Lina.”
His words were a heady caress, tantalizing her, making her tighten and reach for the cl**ax she knew was right there waiting for her. And when he gently rode her cl*twith his hand, then tucked another finger inside her, the rush of orgasm took her breath. She laid her head back against his shoulder and rode it out, moaning as he held her tightly and she rolled with the waves of euphoria that rocked her senseless.
He waited for her to come down, his fingers still gently sliding in and out of her, taking her up that stepladder of coiled need and fierce desire. He pressed against her, his erection profoundly reminding her of where she wanted to go next—where they’d go together.
She wasn’t nearly finished with him. She wanted him inside her.
“Yes,” was all she managed before she heard the rustle of his jeans as they hit the floor. He drew her jeans and panties down to her knees, then bent her over so her hands rested on the window seat.
She heard the tearing of a condom wrapper, smiling and also relieved that he’d thought to bring one.
He smoothed his hands over the globes of her butt, then she felt the warmth of his lips there.
“You have a magnificent ass, Carolina.”
She took a deep breath.
“And I’m going to enjoy watching it while I f**k you.”
He swept his hands over her butt, then slid his hand between her thighs, cupping her sex.
“Yes. Touch me like that.”
“You want me to make you come again?”
She could, if he continued to caress her cl*tin that gentle back and forth motion. But this time, she wanted to release with him.
“I want you inside me.”
With his hands on her hips, he eased into her. The sensation of his c**k swelling inside her was overwhelming.
“Look outside, Lina. Do you think they can see us?”
“No.”
“What would you think if they could?”
Breathless, she rose up and braced her hands on the window, giving him deeper access to her. “I don’t care.”
Drew laid one hand on the window above her and thrust into her. “Good. Because this is just about you and me, in the dark. I want you to feel me.”
He withdrew partway, then slid back in. Her pu**y tightened and she felt every glorious inch of him. And when he reached around and found her clit, it was a burst of pleasure that made her whimper. She both hated and loved that he made her feel so needy, so desperate for this orgasm, but the feel of him, coupled with his fingers stroking her was like nothing she could do on her own.
She wanted this. With him and only him.
She arched, pushing against his cock. “More.”
He grasped her hand and dragged them both down, bending her from the waist so he could plunge deeper, never once losing the rhythm he’d found on her clit.
“You’re close,” he said. “I can feel your pu**y gripping me.”
She laid her head on her arm, her body and mind lost in the sensation of Drew driving into her, of the way his fingers danced over her sex. She immersed herself in the sounds of their lovemaking, lost herself in his warm breath on her neck, the scent of sex filling the air around them.
“Oh. Oh, Drew. I’m going to come.”
He strummed her cl*tfaster. “That’s it. Squeeze my cock. Make me come with you, Lina.”
His words were the last she needed to crest the wave. She cried out and shattered, her entire body rocking as her cl**ax shook her. Drew groaned and pumped fast into her, kissing her neck as he orgasmed along with her.
Her legs were shaking. Without Drew’s tight hold on her, she wasn’t certain she could have stood upright. He pressed kisses along her shoulder and back, the aftermath just as sweet as the act itself.
When he withdrew, he turned her around and cupped her face, then kissed her, a long, slow deep kiss that curled her toes and warmed her from the inside out.
“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” she said.
She led him to the bathroom and they cleaned up and straightened their clothes. Drew hit the lights and helped her put all the clothing back on hangers and racks. Then they grabbed some water out of the refrigerator and took a seat at one of the empty tables.
She was surprised and a little touched that he dragged her chair right next to his and pulled her legs onto his lap. Some men weren’t into being close after sex.
She was learning a lot about Drew.
He looked around her studio. “You’ve made a lot of progress. Or maybe you already had all this stuff here before.”
“We had some. But we’ve been working hard the past few weeks. With Christmas coming, we’re going to be faced with some downtime. I wanted to get ahead, because we’ll be pushing full steam after the holidays.”
“What? You’re giving your people time off for the holidays? No playing Scrooge and forcing them to work in an office with no coal to heat their frozen little fingers that are stiff and sore from all that sewing?”