Melting the Ice (15 page)

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 hips 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 pussy grips my finger,” he said, flicking her ear with his tongue. “Tight, hot.” He thrust into her. “Makes me want my cock 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 climax she knew was right there waiting for her. And when he gently rode her clit with 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 fuck 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 clit in 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 cock 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 clit faster. “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 climax 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?”

“Funny. Yes, they get the holidays off. I’m not that driven.”

“Yes, you are. If you had your way you’d work straight through Christmas and New Year’s. Except your mother would drive up here and have the Secret Service drag you by the hair and make you come home with her.”

She laughed at that. “You’re probably right. I might have been allowed to skip Thanksgiving with the family, but no way in hell will I be permitted to skip Christmas, too.”

“I can see that about your mom.”

“I’m sure yours is the same.”

“Actually, not so much. My parents are going on a cruise for the holidays.”

She stared at him. “Really? Where to?”

“Some Mediterranean thing or the Greek Isles or something like that. They’ve been talking about it for months. I can’t believe she convinced my dad to go.”

She crossed her arms. “Your father isn’t one for cruises?”

“It’s hard to get my dad to leave Oklahoma. But Mom has been after him to slow down and take a vacation for years. This is the year for them, and he’s the one who suggested it, surprisingly. Mom jumped all over it before he changed his mind.”

Carolina smiled. “That’s sweet. So what are you going to do for Christmas?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll hang around here, I guess. No reason to go home since no one else will be there.”

She knew she shouldn’t say anything, but it tugged at her that Drew would be spending Christmas alone. “Come home with me.”

He arched a brow. “What?”

“You heard me. Gray would love to see you, and so would my parents. Come and spend Christmas with us at the ranch.”

“Seriously. You do realize you just invited me to spend the holidays with you.”

“Yes. Well, with Gray and with the entire family. Not just with me.”

He smiled at the qualifier. “Okay.”

She wasn’t sure what can of worms she’d just opened, but the idea of Drew spending Christmas alone didn’t sit well with her.

And now he was going to spend the holidays with her. And her family.

That should be interesting.

FOURTEEN

DREW HADN’T BEEN TO GRAY’S FAMILY’S RANCH IN Oklahoma since over a year ago, in the summer, when Gray had invited him to come for a family barbecue. It had been the first time he’d seen Carolina in a long time.

She’d given him an icy chill and he’d known then she still harbored resentment over what had happened between them in college.

Now, though, it looked like things were beginning to thaw between them.

He hoped so. He liked spending time with her. She was smart and ambitious. And beautiful and sexy and different from any woman he’d been with before.

Now that he was going to be spending time with her—and with Gray—he was going to have to walk a fine line, because Gray didn’t know what had gone down between Drew and Carolina all those years ago in college. Gray didn’t know how much Drew had hurt Carolina.

And Gray sure as hell didn’t know what was going on between Carolina and him now.