Learn Your Lesson (Kings of the Ice #3) Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of the Ice Series by Kandi Steiner
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
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“Gorgeous,” he breathed.

And I felt it. I felt beautiful beneath his gaze.

“Put your hands on the island,” he said when he released me. “And bend over.”

Nerves sparked in my belly as I did what he said. My hands splayed the cool countertop, and I bent just an inch, looking over my shoulder to where Will was…

Reaching into the freezer?

I frowned, even more confused when he pulled a white-plastic wrapped Popsicle from a box. He shut the freezer door and turned toward me, taking in the view of me waiting for him.

“Slide those hands out,” he said, ripping the package open to reveal a bright orange Popsicle. “And bend so I can see more of that sweet ass of yours.”

I followed the command, and though I felt exposed and vulnerable, I also felt the distinct rush of power coursing through my veins.

Will Perry could have any woman he wanted, but he was weak for me.

He walked around to the opposite side of the island first, leaning on his elbows with a wicked gleam in his eye and a perfect view of my cleavage. He waved the Popsicle side to side before sucking it between his lips.

And I knew I was insane then, because my pussy fluttered at the sight of this man eating a fucking frozen treat.

“Mm,” he mused, and then he withdrew the Popsicle and offered it to my lips. “Taste.”

I opened my mouth, keeping my hands in place and letting Will control the depth. He let me taste just as much as he had, just the tip. The popsicle was sweet and citrusy, and when he pulled it away, I licked my lips to taste the remnants of it.

Will smirked, circling the island until he was standing behind me. He pressed the top of his foot against the inside of my right ankle until I opened my stance, and then he did the same with the left. I had no choice but to spread, and when his erection pressed through his denim against the swells of my ass, my eyes fluttered shut on a moan.

And then, shot wide open — because an icy burning sensation ran along the back of my neck.

I gasped, pulling away, but Will pinned me against the counter with his hips until the Popsicle was pressed against my skin once more. It was wet and sticky and cold, and violent chills raced from where he touched me all the way down to my toes.

I bit my lip and squirmed, both hating the way it felt and yet curious about what it was doing to my body, too. I was ready to cry out and beg for relief when suddenly the cold was gone.

And was replaced by a hot, wet mouth.

Will licked and sucked along the same trail he’d made with the Popsicle, moaning as he lapped up the sticky sweetness and sent yet another wave of chills washing over me. The sensation of his warmth covering the bite of the cold was too much. I arched into him, moaning when he tongued his way up to my earlobe and sucked it between his teeth.

“More?” he mused.

“More.”

My answer was a breathy plea, and Will removed all his warmth before I felt that Popsicle along the back of my neck again. This time, he dragged it up to the top of my jaw and brought it all the way down to my chin.

Which meant when he chased that line with his mouth, he was kissing all along my neck and jaw until his lips hovered just below mine.

I whimpered at the tease, at how close and yet how far he was from taking my mouth for his own. But the noise died in my throat and was replaced by a yelp when suddenly, a shock of cold circled my nipple.

I yanked away from the touch, but again, Will chased me, pressing that wet, icy Popsicle against my pebbled flesh. He’d wet it with his mouth again, which made it glide like butter as he circled my nipple and smiled against my neck as my peak grew harder beneath his torturous touch.

“Will, please,” I whined, the pleasure bordering a little too close to pain.

Instantly, the Popsicle was gone, and he lifted one hand up and out of the way so he could turn me just enough to suck my breast into his mouth.

I gasped and groaned and let my knees go weak, let him hold the weight of me as I surrendered to how it felt to have him massaging my breast with his tongue and that lingering coldness still present.

Just as soon as relief came, it was gone again.

He repeated the sensuous torture on the other breast, like he was afraid one might be jealous of the other. I was ready to scream and kick and thrash when he finally relented and rewarded me with the warmth of his mouth, and then my legs were trembling, and I was melting into him.


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