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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“Exhausted.”

“Too exhausted for another lesson?”

His words rumbled right below my ear, and when he nipped at my earlobe, a wave of goosebumps shot from that point of contact all the way down to my toes. I couldn’t hide how my body reacted to him, how my nipples hardened into peaks and my legs widened enough to let him slip his thigh between them.

I tilted my chin toward him, our lips hovering less than an inch apart. It was as if he were a magnet and I was a flimsy piece of metal, because I lurched toward him, lips on track for his, a desperate need to kiss him filling me in a way I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to taste the sweet bubbles on his tongue, wanted to know what it would feel like dancing with mine.

I somehow managed to stop myself just before we made contact, and I rolled my lips together, swallowing. “What did you have in mind?”

He was so close, I couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t see his eyes clearly. But I could see his mouth, the way his lips parted, how his breath was as shaky as mine.

“Other than you, nothing much.”

He dropped his mouth, narrowly missing mine as he kissed and licked along my chin, down the column of my neck and across my collarbone. I arched and moaned and gave up on trying to hold my champagne, setting it on the desk and sliding it out of reach so I wouldn’t knock it over.

“Tell me what you want to learn,” he urged, fisting my t-shirt in his hands.

My brain was shooting blanks.

I blinked over and over, trying to focus on a single thought past the fact that his tongue was gliding along my skin and his erection was pressing into my stomach.

“Well,” I breathed. “My first time, I… it was missionary,” I said, swallowing. “And then with you, I was on top.”

“And what a vision it was,” he growled against my skin, rocking his hips into me. I gasped at the sensation, at how hard I made him, at how he’d abandoned the champagne and any attempt at conversation the moment he saw my body because I’d undone him.

To have that kind of power…

“Maybe… perhaps we could try…” I reached for the words past the spell he was weaving on me with every touch, but my eyes rolled back, and a moan ripped through me when he palmed my breast through the fine fabric of my t-shirt at the same time his thigh rubbed between mine.

“You want to test out some new positions,” he guessed.

“That,” I confirmed on a breathless nod.

I thought I felt his lips curl against my skin, and then his hands slid roughly up under my t-shirt, piling the fabric on his wrists until I had no choice but to lift my arms and let him strip it overhead.

He groaned when I was bared to him, flinging the shirt somewhere behind him as his eyes raked over me. He plucked at the band of my boy shorts next, but I pressed my hands into his chest and shoved him backward.

“You first. I’m more naked than you.”

He arched a brow. “Then fix it.”

I swallowed, holding my chin high to feign the confidence I wasn’t sure I felt as I stepped forward to meet him. Mirroring his movement, I slid my hands under his shirt, and the moment my hands pressed against his hard, muscled abdomen, he shivered and groaned.

I smiled, biting my lip as I pushed the fabric up to reveal him inch by blissful inch. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you.”

“Well, I love when you touch me, so we’re even.”

I wasn’t as fluid as he was at undressing someone, but when I got the t-shirt up to his chest, he took over for me, reaching behind him with one hand to grab the neck of his shirt and rip it the rest of the way off. He reached for me as soon as it was gone, large, strong hands sliding into my hair as he tilted my head the way he wanted it so he could kiss and bite along the slope of my neck again.

“You better not leave any hickies,” I warned.

“Or what?”

To prove he wasn’t scared of my threat, he bit down hard and sucked my skin between his teeth until I hissed and arched into the touch.

Okay, maybe I was completely fine with a hickie, actually.

Maybe I liked the thought of him wanting to mark me like that, to claim me in a way that was so public and feral.

No.

I mentally slapped myself as all the advice from my internet friends on Reddit surfaced in my brain.

This was how I’d get hurt.

Thoughts like that was how I’d muddy the already shallow water we were swimming in.


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