Expose on the Ice (Sparks on the Ice #1)

Chapter 39

CHAPTER 39

CARTER

A s soon as the apartment door clicks shut behind us, I spin Lily around and press her against it, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. My hands roam her body. Lily’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she arches into me.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck as my hands find the hem of her running shirt. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Show me how much,” Lily challenges, her eyes dark with desire, desperate for me. “Please, Carter, show me…”

That’s all the invitation I need. I yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before my hands go to her sports bra. As I peel it off, revealing her perfect breasts, I can’t help but groan. I’ve missed every inch of her.

Lily’s nimble fingers work at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I hiss at the sensation, my cock hardening painfully in my jeans.

I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples as I lower my head to take one in my mouth. Lily gasps, her back arching as she presses herself closer to me. My hands slide down to her ass, gripping it firmly as I lift her.

Lily wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me as I carry her toward the bathroom. I can feel the heat of her core through our remaining clothes, and it drives me wild. It would be easy enough to throw her down, screw her brains out, rough and fast, but I want to savor this.

LILY

Carter sets me down gently in the bathroom, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches for the hem of my running tights. He slides them down, along with my panties, and I step out of them.

My fingers tremble slightly as I unbuckle his belt, the anticipation making my heart race. I pop the button of his jeans and slowly lower the zipper, my knuckles brushing against his hardening length.

Carter sucks in a sharp breath. “He missed you, too.”

As I laugh, he kicks off his shoes and socks before shimmying out of his jeans and boxers. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him fully naked. God, he’s gorgeous.

Every sculpted inch of him makes my body ache with want. I reach out, tracing the defined lines of his abs, reveling in the way they twitch under my touch.

Carter turns on the shower, steam quickly filling the bathroom. He holds out his hand, and I take it, allowing him to guide me under the warm spray. The water cascades over us, and I tilt my head back, letting it soak my hair.

I feel Carter’s firm hands on my waist, turning me to face him. His eyes roam over my body, drinking in every curve and dip, feasting on me. I melt into him, my hands sliding up his slick chest to wrap around his neck.

The feeling of his hard body pressed against mine, skin on skin, is intoxicating. Even though I’m sweaty, he doesn’t seem to care. His erection presses insistently against my stomach, and I can’t resist grinding against it, drawing a low groan from him.

Carter reaches for the body wash, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. He works it into a lather before his hands begin their exploration of my body. He starts at my shoulders, his strong fingers kneading out the tension.

I sigh contentedly, leaning into his touch. “Careful, you’re going to finish me just by doing that…”

His soapy hands move lower, cupping my breasts. I gasp as his thumbs brush over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. He massages them gently, rolling the hardened peaks until I’m squirming against him.

He smirks, clearly enjoying the effect. His hands continue their journey down, sliding over my stomach before coming to rest on my hips. He turns me around, pressing my back against his chest as he washes my arms and sides.

I can feel his cock nestled against my ass, and I can’t resist wiggling against it. Carter’s breath hitches, his grip on my hips tightening, pressing against me.

“Two can play at that game,” he whispers huskily in my ear before his hand dips between my legs.

I moan as his fingers slide through my folds, already slick with more than just water. He circles my clit teasingly, applying just enough pressure to drive me wild, but not enough to give me the release I crave.

“Please,” I beg, pushing back against him.

Carter’s free hand comes up to cup my breast as he continues his ministrations between my legs. I reach behind me, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. He groans, his hips jerking forward as I stroke.

CARTER

The feeling of Lily’s hand wrapped around my cock sends jolts of pleasure through my body. I groan, pressing myself harder against her ass as she strokes me, even as my fingers continue their merry dance between her legs.

She whimpers in response, her hips rocking against my hand. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. I want to make her come, to feel her fall apart in my arms, and then I want to start all over again.

I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing tight circles as I curl my fingers inside her. Lily’s head falls back against my shoulder, breaths coming in quick gasps. Her strokes of my cock become erratic as she nears her peak.

With a cry, Lily shatters. Her body tenses, her pussy clenching around my fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her. I hold her close, working her through her orgasm until she sags against me, trembling.

I turn her to face me, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her. I lift her, pressing her back against the cool tile wall of the shower. Lily wraps her legs around my waist, her arms looping around my neck.

“I need you,” she pants against my lips. “Please, Carter.”

I don’t need to be told more than once. Gripping her ass with one hand, I use the other to guide my cock to her entrance. I rub the head through her folds, coating myself in her wetness before slowly pushing inside.

We both moan as I sink into her tight heat, a sensation we’ve both clearly missed during our weeks apart. Lily’s nails dig into my shoulders, her legs tightening around me as I bottom out. I pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by her.

Lily rolls her hips impatiently. “Move, Carter. Please.”

I start to thrust, slow and deep at first, gradually building up speed. The water from the shower cascades over us, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Lily’s breasts, pert and perky, bounce a little with each thrust.

“Oh god,” Lily moans, her head falling back against the tile. “Harder, Carter.”

I oblige, pounding into her with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the bathroom, mingling with our moans and gasps. Lily’s walls are starting to flutter around me again, and I know she’s close.

LILY

Carter’s grip on my ass tightens, and he begins to thrust into me even harder. Each powerful stroke sends waves of ecstasy through my body. I can barely keep my eyes open as the pleasure mounts, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Oh, yes! Right there!” I cry out, feeling the heat building inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders, anchoring me against the intense sensations.

Carter’s face is a mask of concentration and raw desire, his hips snapping forward with relentless precision, driving him deep inside me. The feeling of his thick cock, hard and what feels like a mile inside me, pushes me towards a wonderful climax.

I come hard around him, my inner walls clenching and convulsing in a blinding explosion of pleasure. Carter groans deeply, holding me tight as I ride out the waves, my body twitching and shuddering uncontrollably.

Carter’s groan rumbles deep in his chest as he tries to hold back, but I can feel the mounting pressure in every thrust. The angle has me gasping, and the slick heat of water mixed with our sweat adds a layer of sensuality.

“Lily, I can’t… I’m close,” he pants, his jaw tight with restraint.

“Finish inside me,” I say, my words barely a whisper.

His eyes darken with animalistic hunger, the words pushing him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me, his entire body going rigid, as if preparing to unleash a powerful force.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as his cock throbs and pulses, the hot jets of his release flooding my core. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure through my whole body, intensifying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

My body clenches around him, milking every drop as he pulses deep inside me. I feel overwhelmed by the feeling of his warmth spreading within me, the connection so intimate it borders on sacred, because it feels like it signifies we’re back.

His arms hold me close as we both ride out the remnants of our shared ecstasy. The intensity of our release leaves us breathless, even as the water continues to fall on us, soothing our heated bodies. Carter’s forehead rests against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my lips.

“You are wonderful,” he says, the words drenched in awe and satisfaction.

“Not bad yourself…” I say.

We linger there, wrapped in each other and the misty cocoon of the shower, the world outside fading into insignificance. This moment, raw and real, is everything – the culmination of tension, anticipation, and undeniable love.

Finally, Carter slowly eases out of me, the loss of his warmth sparking a shiver through my body. But he holds me firm, not letting me slip away. He smiles down at me, a boyish grin that contrasts with the intensity we just felt.

After a while, we get out of the shower, hungry for food now we’ve feasted on each other. Carter leads me by the hand, his touch gentle, not letting go even as he reaches for a towel. He wraps it around me and pats me dry, his eyes never leaving mine, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Your turn,” I say, grabbing another towel and returning the favor.

As I run the towel over his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, I can’t help but marvel at how far we’ve come. From adversaries to lovers, our journey has been anything but smooth. Yet here we are, stronger for having weathered the storm together.

And it’s moments like these that make my heart swell with love for him.

Just then, my phone buzzes on the bathroom counter. I reluctantly pull away from Carter to check it. When I read the message, I’m overcome with laughter.

“What?” He says, smirking. “Don’t tell me that’s Frank again?”

“It’s Jess,” I say. “She wants to know if we’ve ‘kissed and made up’ yet.”

Carter chuckles, coming up behind me and resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’d say so.”

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “Maybe we should let her know we’re okay.”

Carter’s eyes twinkle mischievously. “Why don’t we show her?”

I hold up the phone, angling it to capture both of us in the frame of the picture. Carter’s chin on my shoulder, a broad grin spreading across his face. I can’t help but mirror his smile, feeling giddy with happiness.

Just before I snap the picture, Carter turns his head and presses a kiss to my cheek. The resulting selfie captures the moment perfectly – me with a surprised but delighted expression, and Carter looking at me with pure adoration.

I add a thumbs-up emoji to the photo and send it off to Jess.