Spiral (Off the Ice Book 2)
Spiral: Chapter 37

IF THERE WAS a way to snap my fingers and remove my clothes, I’d have done it by now. However, Elias drives slowly, allowing some old country song—that no doubt is from Aiden’s playlist—to float through the car as if I’m not going to spontaneously combust in the passenger seat. Every word he said to me in that hallway plays on repeat, but him saying I can taint him takes the cake.

Though I’m not going to be the one to bring it up. Even though he asked me to be his, I don’t know whether that includes my body too. I really hope it does.

By the time we’re in the elevator, he’s watching me with a predatory gaze and I watch him right back.

Take me, my eyes say.

Don’t tempt me, is his reply.

“You scared of me, Elias?”

The elevator dings open to a lower floor, but no one enters. Elias crosses the small space to stand before me, towering, smirking, mocking. “Should I be?”

The deep rumble of his voice zings a shot of electricity to my core, and I know then that I won’t survive tonight. Whether he takes me or not, I’m completely ruined by this hockey rookie who bakes me sweet treats and supports me like no one ever has.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yank him close, just inches from my lips. “Why don’t you find out?”

Pillowy lips brush over mine. Sexual tension drips off the elevator walls, and it’s so hot in here, I wouldn’t be surprised if I find condensation blurring the mirror.

Ding.

I jolt back but Elias stands there, watching me, devouring me with just a look.

My eyes flick to the elevator doors drawing open. “This is our floor.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, as if my words somehow satisfy him. Moving out of my way, he allows me to exit first and follows, making my back tingle with awareness. The deafening silence is almost suffocating. When he leans forward to unlock the door, the bolt twists and we stand there, back against front, just breathing.

Elias’s lips brush against the shell of my ear. “Open the door, Sage.”

My hand shakes so much you’d think I was the one who hasn’t had sex in four years.

When I open the door, I expect him to tear my clothes off and take me on the nearest surface, but instead he drops his gear bag by the entryway and heads to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes out a carton of orange juice.

“Thirsty?” he asks.

Yes. I don’t answer, and he looks over his shoulder to see my blank expression. It’s like he’s moving in slow motion. The sound of liquid filling the glass, the slow slide of it against the counter before he gulps it down. When he moves to the sink to wash it and put it in the dish rack, it’s entirely too much.

“Are we gonna have sex?” I blurt.

His body begins to shake, and when he turns around, I realize he’s laughing. At me. I watch him with annoyance fizzing on my skin.

“Sorry,” he says, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Not caring for his pitiful apology, I pivot in an attempt to storm away, but I don’t get anywhere. He grabs my wrists and pulls me back.

I bump right into him. “What?”

He tuts at my sharp tone. “You’ve waited months. Where did all that patience go, baby?”

Oh God, I love the way he calls me baby. There’s something about the smooth timbre of his voice that makes it sound so hot yet gentle. My thighs squeeze together and he tracks the movement with a faint smirk.

“If I haven’t made it clear already, Sage, I want you. All of you. In every way that I can have you.” His hands move down my body to cup my ass. “Tell me what you like.”

My patience is running thin. “You know what I like. You had proof of it all over your thigh. And your face.”

He chuckles like I’m a one-woman circus. Elias draws closer and slips his hand between my legs. “You like when I touch you like this,” he rasps. “When I kiss you like this.” His lips capture mine, then move down to my neck, teasing and biting. “But show me what else. Let me make it good for you.”

This man is about to break a four-year vow, and he wants to make it good for me? I’m not one to complain.

“I want to taste you,” I say honestly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against mine. “You can’t say things like that. It’s been a really long time and I want this to last.”

“I don’t care if you come the second my tongue touches the tip, I just want you.”

He moves away from me to lean against the counter and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He swallows, bringing his gaze back to me, and it’s like I’ve flipped a switch. “Then show me,” he says. “Show me how much I deserve you, Sage.”

In one swift move, I pull off my top and greet him with my bare breasts. They’re nothing more than a handful, but he stares like they’re the best pair of tits he’s ever seen. It’s the first time that I’ve been with someone that I haven’t cared how my body looks. I don’t itch to check if I’m bloated or hesitate to reach for the button of my jeans. Elias stands still, eyes on fire and hands still gripping the countertop. I remove my jeans next, tossing them beside me, but when I go for my panties, he stops me.

“Keep them on,” he says, pushing off the counter. “Now, get on your knees.”

Holy shit.

I drop in an instant, and when he undoes his belt and unzips his pants, I think I’m running out of air. It’s like the trailing suspense in a thriller when you know someone’s going to die. It’s going to be me.

He pulls off his shirt next, and the drool practically dribbles down my chin. I can’t focus between his ripped torso and his boxers that tent with his thick erection. But then he pulls his boxers down and tosses them away. When his cock springs free, I stare at the shiny gray metal stud at the base of his length, and the one on the tip. My stomach tightens. Elias is so reserved and introverted that the sight of a piercing is still shocking.

“Open your mouth.”

I don’t hesitate, and Elias eases between my lips. The second my tongue touches his shaft, he groans so loud, I’m worried I’ve done something wrong. But his eyes squeeze shut and his head tips back, and I realize he’s trying not to come. The metal hits the back of my throat and heat pools in my core, making me hum in pleasure. As I wrap my hand around his cock, I lick the underside, all the way up to the tip, which leaks precome.

His grip tightens in my hair. “Just like that.”

Elias shivers when I twirl my tongue around his shaft. His reactions are so instant, I don’t want to stop. I want to make him feel good. I want to prove to him that this right here, with me, is worth it. That his vow wasn’t for nothing, and he deserves the pleasure he’s deprived himself of for so long.

With a newfound purpose, I take all of him. I use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t, and revel in how warm and smooth he feels in my mouth.

Elias grips my chin, his eyes shining like he believes I hung the moon. “Come here.” He pulls me up to his lips, and he kisses me.

“I wasn’t done,” I mumble against his lips.

“Me neither,” he replies.

I open my mouth to protest, but he slips his fingers between my lips, making me suck them. As he slides them out, he traces a wet trail down to my hard nipples, flicking and pinching them until I’m a moaning mess.

“Take me to your room,” I pant.

Elias lifts me in his arms and takes me straight to his bedroom.

Kicking the door closed, he gently drops me on his bed and kneels in front of me. Parting my legs, he uses his thumb to rub the wet scrap of fabric between my thighs. He leaves a trail of kisses along my skin. Then Elias pulls the fabric tight, straining it between the wet folds and watching me writhe with unadulterated lust.

“Touch yourself. Look at how wet your pussy is from having my cock in your mouth.”

I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and drag them down my legs. Elias helps me, and the stringy thing rips with just one tug before he tosses it away. Plunging one finger inside, my head falls back in pleasure, and Elias curses. When I show him my wet finger, he takes my wrist and sucks it clean.

“You taste better than I remember.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl. Clearly, I’m out of control. “You’ve been thinking about this?”

“Every fucking day,” he says, roughly yanking my hips to the edge of the bed. “Now make my dreams come true, Sage.”

His hot mouth seals over my clit, and my back arches. The swirl of his tongue and then the suction of his lips mix to send a high-pitched sound ringing in my ears. I’m electrified and floating all at once, my body sizzling like a hot grill.

When he pushes two fingers inside me, I fist the comforter. It was one thing having him touch me in the bathtub, but here, without the soapy water, the sight of his touch is intoxicating. His rhythm quickens and every muscle in my body contracts. His fingers scissor inside me, and there’s a flutter wreaking havoc in my stomach. Elias builds my orgasm to a crescendo.

This man should never have been celibate. Those four years were a step back for women everywhere.

“Please. Please make me come.”

“Too polite,” he rasps. My orgasm hangs in the invisible space between us, and I’m desperate for it.

“I need to come,” I barely whisper.

He shakes his head as he slows the moment to a torturous pace. “Try again.”

“Fucking hell, Elias. Make me come!”

His fingers curl in acquiescence, and I’m off to space on my little rocket ship. I hear him chuckling, but I’m too spent to care if he finds my stamina laughable. We might both be athletes, but nothing could have prepared me for this. For him.

Lifting onto my elbows, I crawl back toward the center of his bed, wanting every inch of him on me. He doesn’t need me to ask, because he follows me to where I want him, right on his back. I climb on top, and his eyes go wide, both of us just inches away from finally getting what we want.

I’m grinding on him, lost in the feel of him between my legs. Hot, thick, and hard. His handsome face watches in awe and his Adam’s apple bobs. “I want to feel you inside me, Elias.”

His guttural groan reverberated between my legs. “Please, Sage, just—fuck,” he moans. “I need a second, j-just give me a second, and then I want you to sit on my cock,” he stutters.

I nod, loving the tortured look on his face as he composes himself. His sweat-damp skin and tousled hair aren’t helping my patience, so I rub myself over his length. He grips my waist tightly, forcing me to stop but then pushing me down harder to grind on him. Like he can’t decide between wanting me to stop or continue.

“You’re too perfect. Fucking irresistible,” he says, cupping my face to bring my lips to his. He kisses me gently, sweetly, as if he isn’t harder than a pipe under me. As if I’m not close to whistling like a pressure cooker.

“Elias, I need you,” I whimper.

The four simple words seem to click everything in place for him as he shifts to give me exactly what I want. He releases my face to grab my waist, and I can practically taste the pleasure of having him inside me.

But he freezes, completely.

“Condom,” he grits out. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

My disappointment is that of someone finding coal in their Christmas stocking. “None?”

He looks up at me like I should know the answer to that. “If I did, they’d have expired about four years ago.”

Right, celibacy.

He runs a hand through his long hair. “I’m sure Aiden probably—”

“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean if you want to go without one,” I say. “But no pressure.”

“No pressure?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Sage, if you want that, I’ll give it to you. I’d give you anything. But if it’s about not having condoms, I’ll run to the store and get some.”

“No.” I shake my head, letting my hands fall flat against his chest. “It’s not only about that. I want to feel you. I want you exactly how you are, Elias.”

He groans, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a pink flush on his cheeks that makes me suppress a bright smile. Elias Westbrook is blushing.

“Are you sure?”

“It would be a shame not to feel your piercings inside me.”

When he kisses me, I feel sparks all over. Confidence emanates from him, and if I ever said he was shy when it came to sex, he’s proving me wrong in every way he can.

“Then fuck me how you want, Sage, and I’ll make sure you feel everything.”