Play With Me ✔️|| 2 || Off the Ice Series

23 | Arden

"So, Arden, what's your favourite way to pass the time on this island?" Jason asks, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. Jason had made it his mission to make this whole ordeal seem like a planned holiday, including asking me mundane questions.

I laugh, a carefree sound that echoes through the surrounding trees. "Well, aside from your captivating company, I spend the rest sunbathing and going for long, long walks along the beach."

"Riveting." He exclaims, a taunting grin on his face. "What else?" He moves closer towards me.

I watch him, humming under my breathe. "I find a lot on treasures along the shoreline."

He lifts his arms in a shrug, saying playfully. "Ah, so you're a collector of beauty, I see. I must say, you've certainly found the most precious treasure on this island."

"Oh? And what is that?" I rest my chin on my hand, lifting a brow.

He drops down in front of me, grinning. "Me." His hands land on my shoulders and a gasp releases from my lips before my back is flat on the ground, Jason hovering over me.

I roll my eyes, swatting his shoulder but he only grabs my hands, curling his fingers around both my wrists and holding them above my head, the action causing my chest to lift closer to his.

"You're such a player." The words are meant to come out strong, but instead they come out breathy, wanton.

"Oh, Kitten, I'm a reformed player." He says and shrugs, "and I only call it like I see it."

A blush creeps onto my cheeks, and I playfully roll my eyes at his charm, trying and failing to pull my wrists free. "Smooth talker, aren't you? But I must admit, I guess if I didn't have you, I'd be quite bored."

"You guess?" His free hand skims down my wrist teasingly, moving towards my shoulder. He looks up, eyes connecting to mine. "What would you do without my company?" He's not looking for an answer as his lips stretch over mine, silencing my thoughts. "Without my lips." He whispers.

"I'd probably get a lot more done." I hush, pushing my chest into his.

He grins, his fingers inching their way up my shirt, pushing the fabric up as his fingers trace my skin, "What about my fingers?"

I narrow my eyes, knowing where he's going with this.

His grin gets wider, cheekier. His eyes darkening with desire, "My dick."

I lift my head, kissing the corner of his mouth, "I guess I'd make do." I whisper.

His eyes narrow dangerously. "Show me."

His fingers release my wrists, and I lift myself up, leaning back on my elbows. "What?"

"I want you to show me," he whispers. "Show me what you'd do to yourself if I wasn't here," He grins, all smug and full of male ego, "but I was on your mind."

Desire settles low in my belly, wetness pooling between my legs.

"Tell me Kitten," Jason groans out, his words almost guttural. "If I put my hand down your pants right now, would you soak my fingers?"

I can't answer him, my eyes holding his as desire fills me, my hands moving to the elastic of my pants, teasingly playing with the fabric. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Jason's groans, "Tease."

I grin and move to push my pants off, exposing myself to him and the wild.

His eyes are heavy lidded and focus straight between my legs, hand falling to palm the hard bulge beneath his pants.