On Thin Ice

34. Cheek to cheek ✨

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And that's when we both leaned in and our lips connected, our eyes closing. The feeling...it was like finally scratching an itch.

His hand found the side of my neck and he angled my head in the opposite direction of his, capturing my lips again. The moan that left me was embarrassing and I grabbed onto the collar of his robe to keep from falling.

We moved quickly, barely breathing as we kissed, nipping and sucking at each other's lips. I felt myself grow wet, the lower half of my body pulsating.

Fuck.

His tongue prodded at my lips and I let him in, the kissing blowing me out of my right mind.

He tasted sweet and I wanted more. Needed more.

His other hand went around my waist and he dragged me closer, as if wanting more of this. Even with the thick robes, I could feel something hard pressing against my belly.

I was heady with a hunger for him. I needed him inside me.

And that thought made me stop, pulling myself away from him quickly. He looked dazed, his lips a bit pink as he caught his breath.

I swallowed and exhaled shakily.

He was my friend, I couldn't think about him...in that way. It was wrong. My hard nipples and slippery inner thighs disagreed and I sat back down on the bed, blowing out a breath.

"That was..."

"Yeah," was all he said.

"We agreed on the rule and signed the contract," I started. "We can't..." I barely sounded convincing.

I was hoping he'd disagree but instead, he just nodded his head. "Yeah..."

He sat down beside me, taking a deep breath.

"But..." He started, making my heart kick start. "...maybe we don't tell Davis. And this...will be a one-time thing."

My chest rose and fell as he watched me, waiting for me to say something.

He was right, Davis didn't have to know. But a one-time thing? I wasn't the best when it came to no-strings type of situations and something told me I would never be able to recover if we did this. If he fucked how he kissed, I'd be done for.

But he looked at me...looked at me like that.

Fuck it.

I stood up, standing directly in front of him with my heart pounding in my ears. His pupils widened and I felt shaky underneath his gaze.

Placing my hand on his neck, I could feel his thrumming pulse. It was faster than mine.

There was no turning back after this.

I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor, my anxiety hitting me like a truck. Søren was looking at me while I was naked. What if he didn't lik--

"Fuck," he whispered beneath his breath, looking at me from head to toe. "You're..." he wiped a hand over his beard. "...everything."

Heat bloomed in my chest and I took his hand placing it on my bare hip. He licked his lips as I dragged his hand up my waist and up to cup my breast. He exhaled at the same time I did. My nipples pebbled with goosebumps and I felt like I was going to pass out.

He squeezed my breast and I moaned softly, my whole body shivering. Then he lower his hand and grabbed my ass and softly squeezed. His gaze never left mine and that made it that much hotter.