Breaking Ice

Chapter 15

Chloe

How can one turn me on this much? His mouth alone makes my legs weak, if he wasn't holding my waist I'd already be on the floor.

His mouth dominates mine and I gladly let him be in control as my brain has short-circled by now and following is the only thing I could do.

His tongue explores mine, swallowing my whimpers of need. He slowly pulls away and I'm about to protest but the doors open. I must have missed the sound of the elevator slowing down and announcing the floor.

I know we are in one of the penthouses, I was the one to help my father with the design back when I was still a freshman at school. I had a brief moment when I wanted to be an interior designer but alas love for hockey won.

"Chloe, you got exactly one second to move your pretty legs or I'll throw you over my shoulder." Not sure what surprised me more that I actually spaced out or that Alexander called me by my actual name.

"Good girl." he smirks at me when I force my legs to move even though, him throwing me over his shoulder seemed tempting as well.

As soon as his card key is pressed against the lock and the click of the opened lock sounds my heartbeat picks up even more. I am nervous beyond the belief but it is mixed with excitement and need. Need for him.

Some sensible part of me realises that we need to talk before we fuck. I don't want to give him the wrong impression and I also need to know where we stand.

"You are hesitating." Alexander says slowly, almost trying not to scare me even further.

"No, well yes but not because I don't want you. We just need to talk." I manage to say before the nerves get the best of me.

"Alright, would you like a drink first?" I could his wheels turning but he is much calmer and more composed than I am. His calmness radiates off of him. He is back to being his usual self as if his intention wasn't to fuck me as soon as we got to the room. The only tell-tell sign that he is still very much turned on is the outline of his dick that jeans can't seem to hide well enough.

"Yes, please. I'm sorry I'm not good at this." I mutter and he nods but instead of heading to the kitchen area, he walks towards me.

"Relax, Kotenok. If you need to talk first, we will do just that. I want you to feel good, not stress about that head of yours is thinking about." His hands are holding my face so the only thing I can do is look into his eyes. I know that he is being sincere right now and my heart skips a few beats. I try to push that warm feeling away, I can't get attached.

"Okay." I nod as much as I can giving him confirmation with my voice and my actions. I know how much he loves both verbal and non-verbal queues. He nods slowly letting go and walks towards the bar.

He makes a gin and tonic for me and a whiskey on the rocks for himself. We sit at the large sofa couch and I try to keep a little of space between but he grabs my legs and I gasp as he moves me closer to him, throwing my legs over his thighs.

He doesn't say anything but his eyes track my every movement. He is waiting for me to say what I got to. I know he doesn't want to distract him but him being so close to me is distracting as hell. I want to throw all my words out and jump his bones and fuck him till I forget my name. The fear is the only thing that is keeping me at bay.

"If we do this tonight, it can't happen again." I begin but stop myself to see his reaction but all I get is a reassuring squeeze of his hand on my calf as he takes a sip. I follow his lead and take a sip of my G&T but it is more of a gulp as I try to get more alcohol into my system for that stupid bravery.