“Can you loosen your grip on my hip?” She asked, skating us over to the side of the ring until I could grab the wall on either side of her instead.
“Sorry,” I winced, knowing my arm was still sore so her hip would also be.
“Can’t believe we got matching tattoos.” Pulling herself up onto the ledge of the canal she smiled proudly and I moved in closer and grabbed her thighs to steady myself when I almost fell again.
“Can’t believe you were going toEvermoreme into getting one,” I said with faux anger.
She giggled, “Oh, please. It was practically your idea.”
“You laced me up on maple donuts. That counts as being under the influence,” I protested weakly.
“You are so full of it, Chambers. You wanted it as much as I did. Our mothers definitely didn’t do that on their travels, though, so we’ve detoured a little.”
“I don’t think they did a lot of the things we’ve done,” I commented. She grinned and we fell into a comfortable silence, watching those around us while we caught our breaths and I tried stretching my feet inside the uncomfortable skates.
“What’s your colour?” She asked, taking me by surprise.
“Hmmmm,” I looked up towards the sky, the hues of grey in the clouds. The fresh white snow encasing the trees around the park, theSmokey Topazshade of her eyes, theBittersweet Shimmerof her mouth. “If you were a colour what would you be?” I asked rather than answering.
She made a thoughtful noise, biting that lip enticingly, before frankly stating, “Turquoise.”
I moved in closer, holding onto the side of the rink and framing her with my body while the rest of the park fell away. Warmth spilled from her mouth before dissipating, my thumb grazing her jaw as I took her taffy from her hand.
“Then that’s my colour,” I said, having a taste of her treat. Her eyes followed the movement, watching the way I licked my lips afterwards and I grinned.
Fuck me, she was perfection.
“Youare my colour,” I added before I cupped her face and pressed my mouth to hers like I’d wanted to every second since the last time I tasted her – almost one week ago in another country.
She parted her lips, her hands reaching to grab the lapels of my snow jacket and I tossed the rest of the candy aside, wrapping my arms around her and catching her sharp breath in my mouth.
She tasted like maple candy, cinnamon and everything I’d come to know and love. Everything I never let myself imagine yet everything I always knew.
I buried my hands underneath her beanie entwining my fingers in her hair, trying not to groan when she gripped her thighs tighter around my waist. I was a walking fucking erection around her and I was losing the will to keep fighting my soul deep need to have her every waking hour.
“Have you seen enough snow,” she panted against my mouth and I nodded.
We were about to become indecent for a family friendly place and it was with that thought and a bucket load of restraint that I pulled my mouth away from hers. Grinding my hips into her one last time I brushed my lips across her cheek.
“Enough snow but not enough of you,” I spoke into her neck. “Never enough of you.”
“God, you could make a girl fall in love saying things like that,” she breathed and I pulled back to look at her. A flicker of disbelief marred her features, her skin suddenly pale as if processing what she’d just said. Even with the sheer number of layers separating us, somehow, I felt closer to her, deeply bonded in the way only two people who have known each other their whole lives can be. And whether I stayed another few weeks or left tomorrow, I needed to tell her that I felt the same. That I loved her.
But not here. Not now.
“I need you,” I heaved, my whole body stiff.
“Oh, finally,” she smirked, “But it’s illegal to do that in public, although with your body it could probably be considered community service.”
“You and your public indecency again,” I joked, although part of me did wonder if my little Shelbs enjoyed the idea of some public intimacy. “Blake?” I asked, wondering how weird it would be to kick someone outside of the house when they’d recently had surgery.
“Gone to visit his friend,” she breathed against my lips, her hands gripping my back.
“Thank God.”
We’d barely closed the front door before she pounced. While we drove I basically had to sit on my other hand to keep from starting something else I would be unable to finish and I couldn’t even look at her for fear of reefing up the handbrake and pulling her onto my lap.
Now, in the entryway, I hoisted her up until her legs wrapped around me, our mouths connected in a desirous elixir, and walked her towards the bedroom. The car trip hadn’t been long but I could think of nothing other than tasting and fucking. There would be no making love tonight.
