Scoring with the Wrong Twin (Ice Chronicles Hockey #2)

22. Savannah

22

Savannah

The air in the cab of the truck turns electric. His kisses are demanding, consuming, and I respond with equal fire, my fingers diving into his hair, pulling him closer. His body presses against mine, and I arch into him, craving the contact.

His hands move down my sides, finding the hem of my dress. With a single, deliberate motion, he pushes it up, exposing my thighs to the cool air. My breathing hitches as his hands slide higher, his calloused palms rough against my soft skin.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Blaze…,” I moan, arching into his touch.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes blazing with heat. “You drive me fucking crazy, Savannah” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck. “From now on, I always want to hear you say my name when I make you mine.”

He pulls me closer, his strong arms guiding me until I’m straddling his lap, my knees brushing the sides of the seat. The steering wheel presses lightly against my back, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the way his hands roam my body.

He pulls down the straps of my dress, and then hooks a finger under the center of my bra, his eyes locking onto mine, dark and heavy with desire. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls it up, baring my breasts to him. His gaze drops, and he inhales sharply, like the sight of me takes his breath away.

“God, Savannah,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

The raw sincerity in his tone sends a shiver through me, heat pooling low in my belly. His large hands cup my breasts, one in each palm, and he groans softly, as if he’s savoring the feel of me.

“You have no idea how crazy it drives me to touch you like this,” he says, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. The light, teasing motion has me gasping, my back arching into his touch.

His hands are rough, but the way he handles my boobs is almost reverent. He squeezes gently, testing my reaction, and when I let out a soft moan, he presses my breasts together, his thumbs circling my nipples in slow, deliberate motions.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “So responsive. So fucking beautiful.”

I can’t help but whimper as his fingers pinch one nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp jolt of pleasure has me clutching his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He watches me intently, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of my body.

“You like that, babe?” he asks, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

“Yes, Blaze, yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance,” he growls, leaning down to replace his hand with his mouth. His lips close around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking gently.

The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. He alternates between licking and sucking, his other hand massaging my other breast, squeezing and kneading.

His lips move to the other nipple, and he gives it the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“I could spend all night just doing this,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

He pulls back slightly, his hands still cradling my breasts as his thumbs swipe over my nipples again. His eyes meet mine, and the intensity of his gaze leaves me breathless.

“You’re so damn gorgeous when you’re like this, all mine,” he says, his voice filled with awe.

The way he’s staring at me, like I’m the only thing that exists in his world, sends a rush of heat through me. My body is trembling, every nerve alight, as his hands continue their slow, deliberate exploration.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

His lips curve into a slow, sinful smile. “I know, baby,” he says softly. “I know exactly what you need.”

When his hand slides down, slipping under the lace of my panties, I’m already trembling. His fingers find my slick folds, and he groans against my skin. “You’re so wet for me,” he mutters, his voice thick with need.

His thumb circles my clit as his fingers slide inside me, and I cry out, gripping his shirt like it’s the only thing anchoring me. He moves slowly at first, teasing, before picking up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper.

I’m losing control, my hips rocking against his hand, chasing the building pleasure. My moans fill the cab, mingling with the wet sounds of him working me.I gasp, my body tightening as the orgasm builds.

He presses his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged. “Come for me, baby,” he commands, his voice low and raw.

And I do. The orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing as I cry out his name, my nails raking down his arms. He keeps moving his fingers, prolonging the waves of pleasure until I’m left trembling, breathless, and undone.

Before I can fully recover, my hands find his belt, fumbling with the buckle. I need him. All of him. Now.

“Savannah,” Blaze groans, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping my hips as I press against him. But suddenly, his body goes rigid, his hands freezing mid-motion.

“Blaze?” I whisper, my pulse hammering, confusion starting to cut through the haze of need. “What’s wrong?”

He lifts me gently off his lap, his movements abrupt but still careful, his eyes darting to something outside the truck. “Slide over to your seat, Princess. Now.”

The command in his voice sends a jolt through me, but I don’t argue. I tug my clothes back into place and move to my side of the cab, my heart racing for a completely different reason now.

Blaze adjusts the mirror, his jaw tight, his focus sharp as he scans the landscape outside. He passes a hand through his hair, smoothing it down quickly before starting the truck, the engine rumbling to life. His energy has shifted entirely, every line of his body tense and alert.

“I’m taking you to the Airbnb,” he says, his voice low but firm.

“What’s going on?” I ask, smoothing my dress, trying to steady my breathing as I follow his gaze out the windshield. The bright afternoon sun streams through the windows, casting the familiar ranch land in golden light, but there’s an edge in his tone that makes my stomach knot.

He exhales through his nose, gripping the wheel as he pulls back onto the gravel road. “I saw another truck in the mirror. It’s parked just over the ridge, near the back of the property.”

I frown, my pulse quickening. “Is that… bad?”

“It shouldn’t be there,” Blaze says tightly. “That area’s private ranch property. If it’s not family or staff, no one has any reason to be out here.”

A prickle of unease skates up my spine. “Do you think it’s someone trespassing?”

“Could be nothing,” he says, though his hands flex on the wheel. “But I’ve got to check it out.”

My chest tightens as the gravity of his words sinks in. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Blaze’s head snaps toward me, his expression softening but still resolute. “No, baby. You need to rest.” His voice drops, gentler now. “It’s been a long day. Let me handle this.”

When we reach the Airbnb, Blaze pulls up close to the entrance, cutting the engine but leaving the keys in the ignition. He hops out of the truck and comes around to my side, opening the door and holding out a hand to help me down.

As I step out, he steadies me, his grip warm and grounding. “Blaze…” I hesitate, my mind spinning. “Please be careful, okay? Whoever it is—”

“I will,” he says firmly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch lingers, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat through me. “You don’t have to worry. Go inside, relax, and recover. It’s been a long day.”

My chest tightens, but I nod. “Okay,” I whisper, unable to find more words. He leans down and presses a slow, lingering kiss to my lips, and for a second, the tension in the air seems to fade.

“I’ll see you later,” he murmurs, stepping back and climbing into the truck.

I watch him as he drives away, the tires crunching on the gravel as he heads toward the ridge. Only when his truck disappears from view do I head inside, my mind still racing with questions.