Thin Ice

by April Cronin

  Hadn't he passed inspection with Harmony? What about this thing that happened? Are you just going to let that go? She shook her head mentally. No. Of course not. But Peter had asked her to trust him, and thus far, he hadn't given her any reason not to. So why couldn't she? When he was ready, he'd tell her. And really, it couldn't be that big of a deal, not once had it interfered with them this evening. Maybe it was all just some big misunderstanding.

  Yeah, probably.

  Peter looked back at her then, his eyes as well as his lips smiling at her, and the way the light of the moon shone on his face, the way the glare from the water darkened his gaze as it danced on the surface, riding the waves, it was her answer. In and of itself. She knew then, that the moment was right. More than right.

  Without warning, Harmony rose on her knees, bending forward and pressing her lips to his.

  Peter was caught off guard for the second time in so many days by Harmony's boldness, however, he didn't hesitate, pulling her into his lap and taking control of the depth of their kiss. Her hands slid under his arms and up his back, pulling at his shirt as he took things deeper. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, twirling it in circles around hers before capturing it and sucking it into submission.

  Harmony moaned, pulling back ever so slightly, their lips parting, his hands roaming her body.

  Peter began kissing along her jawline, nipping at the hollow of her throat, as he filled his palms with the weight of her breasts. He had never considered himself a breast man in the past, but the size and softness of her bosoms as he slipped the top of her dress downward, exposing the creamy globes was enough to convince him that he'd never enjoy another pair for as long as he lived.

  He kneaded her tender flesh, his mouth slowly making its way down to meet his hands, stopping to nibble on the sensitive skin of one bare shoulder, then finding a rosy peak and pulling it into his mouth, suckling it into a tight a little bud.

  Harmony arched back, her hands dug into his unruly hair, curling in the soft locks as he continued to lave at her nipples. He moved his mouth quickly from one to the other, careful to give both his utmost attention, and wrapping his arms around her to steady her as she rocked back and forth in his lap, grinding her pelvis into his thickening shaft. She groaned with each passing second as a delicious heat spread through her body.

  “Harmony,” he murmured against her flesh. “Oh, sweet Harmony.”

  The sound of his muffled voice, the vibrations of it against her now achingly sensitive skin, she was sure she couldn't handle much more of this. And then his hand wound its way under her dress, slipping between the scrap of silk that provided the last barrier, using his fingers, he parted the moist tender flesh between her legs and began circling the pulsating nub of her desire.

  Gasping, Harmony moved her hips rhythmically in accordance with his own motions, increasing the pressure, doubling the pleasure. She had always been aware of her body herself, she knew what made her tick, what got her off, and though Peter was more than adept at what he was doing, she didn't mind helping him along any. It seemed to spur him on as well, his movements faster, more practiced as he played her like a well-tuned instrument.

  Panting now as he continued to pleasure her, Peter flattened himself against her, his face pressed into her chest as he braced both of them and slid his other hand under her dress, slipping one then another finger into her, stroking her deep within.

  His lips somehow still finding the tip of one nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth. The different sensations, one on top of the other, were suddenly becoming too much to bear, Harmony moaned low and deep in her throat before finally exploding.

  Hot and wild in his arms, her body wracked by the onslaught of his hands, his fingers pushing her over the first peak as his mouth continued to lavish her breasts in a wickedly delicious heat. It started as a slow burn, then quickly overtook her, like opening a door on a house fire, the intense flare up sucking at the remainder of her control and throwing her into the fiery storm. She came with such an intensity that Peter himself must have felt the pleasure as it hummed through every fiber of her being.

  As the pressure abated, their lungs still heaving, trying to catch their collective breaths, Peter slid his hands out from her body, collapsing on the ground, Harmony falling forward on top of him.

  Peter laughed then, “we should go back to my place, no?” he asked, wrapping his arms tightly around her as though he feared she might bolt at any minute.

  Harmony nodded against his chest, chuckling in between gasping breaths of air.

  She felt like a teenager, having allowed Peter to seduce her out on the beach, for anyone walking by to see. What had gotten into her? Peter. Peter had gotten into her. Figuratively as well as literally. And she didn't regret it for a second. But before she got sand in places most uncomfortable, she agreed that they probably should head back to his place.

  “What about Viktor?” she asked, pushing to her knees once she was finally about to breath normally again.

  “Viktor will not be there. Is staying with Sandra tonight, he will return to Russia tomorrow.”

  “So we'll be alone?”

  “Da, and Sadie too, Dasha will stay with Sandra while Viktor is away. Is this problem?” He asked, his lashes fluttering in a bashful way.

  Harmony reached out and ran a finger down his cheek and along his jawline, trailing it down his neck before pulling away. “After what we just did? No Peter, being alone with you is the only thing I want right now. Take me back to your place.”

  Peter gulped audibly, grasping her hands in his and pulling them both to their feet.

  She looked him straight in the eye, then despite his obvious discomfort with her brashness, Harmony pressed a kiss to the jumping pulse that beat in his neck, and whispered in his ear, “Peter, I want you to take me home with you, take me home and make love to me.”

  He needed no further encouragement from her, practically dragging her down the beach and through the parking lot where he helped her fasten his helmet on her head and started the motorcycle before giving her his hand to guide her onto the back of the bike behind him.

  The ride up the coastline and down the interstate toward town was fast. Peter was a very practiced motorcyclist in what limited amount of time he had owned the Ducati. He made her feel safe, never driving too fast, and slowing over the hills and around the curves. Always on the alert for dangers, like drunk drivers and deer. She was precious cargo as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't about to let anything happen to her.

  At least not yet.

  After the erotic thoughts she had put into his head with her lips pressed to his neck and her throaty whisper in his ear, he decided once they were back at his place, he would do all kinds of things to her. Things she would very much enjoy. And with her large breasts flattened against his back, her body molded against his as they whipped through the streets of Savannah, his blood pressure continued to rise. He wanted Harmony more than he had ever wanted a woman before. As much as any man could want a woman for that matter.

  Everything she was, bold, beautiful, fearless, he craved her as much as his body craved fuel during an exciting game of hockey. He wanted to feel her in his arms, wanted her to melt against him, become a part of him. And he wanted to know every inch of her body, discover each pleasure point, push her beyond the boundaries of the flesh, to the place where their souls could mate. Peter was in love with her.

  He did not dare deny that knowledge. Had in fact known from the moment he looked into those exotic violet-blue eyes of hers, that she was meant for him. If only he knew how to tell her, make her understand. He couldn't though. Especially not now. So he would take would he could get, show her instead, for surely if he loved her just the right way, she would realize just how deep his feelings ran. He only hoped that the nightmare he was in, would soon be over.

  Despite this time with Harmony, his current predicament was never far from his thoughts. He knew he'd have to face it, and her at so
me point, tell her what had happened, but not tonight. Not now. No. He was going to love her, to touch her, caress her, and show her a pleasure so wonderful, that it would surely spoil her for anyone else.

  Pulling into the garage, the door closing behind them, Peter helped her off the bike, quickly and gently stripping the helmet off of her head and placing it on a shelf above a small deep freezer, then he turned back to Harmony, placing his hands underneath her legs and lifting her into his arms.

  Harmony gasped at first, his movements swift and taking her by surprise, but as he wound his way through the house, and up the stairs, without a bit awkwardness, she threw her head back and laughed. She's never been carried this way before....it was quite....romantic.

  Peter looked down into her face, smiling as he climbed the final three steps and used one hand to open the door. He was enjoying this as much as she.

  Sadie's head lifted from her paws upon seeing them, her tail wagging, but she made no indication of moving from her comfortable perch on the bed.

  Shaking his head then, Peter was begrudgingly forced to put Harmony on her feet, setting her upright. He pointed a finger at Sadie and then thrust it downward. Obediently, Sadie followed his silent command, hopping onto the floor and leaving the room. Peter watched as she slowly lumbered down the stairs and made herself comfortable on the couch, then he shut the door.

  When Peter turned back to Harmony, who stood to the side of the big bed, his eyes drank in the sight of her. From her long tousled hair that shone like fire in the lamp light, to her dark eyes, twinkling with mischief. It was when his eyes traveled south of her ample bosoms that Harmony's brash nature could be contained no longer.

  Throwing caution to the wind, Harmony reached for the top of her dress, slowly sliding it over her breasts and letting it pool in a puddle of fabric at her bare feet, having had kicked off her sandals the moment he'd set her down. Peter's eyes widened, his pupils expanded nearly absorbing his iris's completely. The small sliver of blue remaining, so intense it reminded Harmony of a solar eclipse.

  Peter stood there, staring at her, committing her body to memory. Every inch of alabaster skin was on display, and though her eyes were imploring him, begging him to have his way with her, he could do little more than watch her shiver as the intensity of his gaze roamed over her again and again.

  When Harmony could stand no more, realizing she would have to make the first move, though, hadn't she done that already by getting naked? She closed the distance between them, stroked a finger down his cheek, and along the length of his chest. Peter groaned, his arms going around her then, his mouth all but swallowing hers as he attacked her lips, the kiss quickly spiraling out of control.

  Peter fumbled between them, pulling at the snap of his jeans, tugging them down his body, desperately trying to free his throbbing manhood. They broke apart then, Harmony reaching her hands under the light cotton of his shirt and pulling it over his head, his hair, already mussed up from the wind since he'd given her his only helmet, slid seemingly back into place as the shirt was pulled away. Unable to resist, she dug her fingers into his shaggy hair, pulling his mouth back down to hers.

  In one swift movement, their lips still tangled in a fevered embrace, Peter lifted Harmony's writhing body, placing her gently on the bed, and coming down on top of her, settling himself between her legs as he parted them. He was still however clad in a pair of boxers, and as Harmony grabbed at the last barrier between them, he went for her hands, pushing them away and breaking the kiss to give her both a devastatingly handsome and mischievous grin.

  Peter felt like he'd been waiting forever for a moment like this, a woman like Harmony, and now that he had her at his disposal, he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of enjoying all that she had to offer.

  He took his time, kissing her again, and more thoroughly than she'd ever been kissed before. His tongue dancing circles around hers, his lips soft and full, the heat of his mouth pressed against hers, it was like a whirlwind of sensation! Harmony's head a jumble of thoughts and emotions, her desire urging her to push him for more.

  And he gave it.

  Peter nibbled on her lower lip, breaking contact and feathering kisses along her cheeks and jawline, sucking at her earlobes, pressing his lips to the hollow of her throat and flicking his tongue against her silken flesh. All the while his hands roamed the rest of her body. Kneading her soft full breasts, and playing with her delicate nipples, rolling them between his fingers into tight peaks.

  As his lips wound their way down her torso, pulling one rosy nipple into his mouth and sucking at it hungrily, his hands continued to travel south, reaching between their bodies and stroking her swollen nub. Harmony arched into him, his hands, his mouth, the weight of his body on hers, the feel of his hot slick skin, and his taut muscles rippling underneath her fingertips, it was nearly her undoing.

  But it wasn't until Peter slid further down her body, slipping his hands beneath her buttock for leverage and pressing his mouth to the delicate part of her body that he had been stroking only moments ago, that she began climaxing despite her best efforts to hold on.

  She exploded like a minefield, the orgasm one burst of pleasure after the next as Peter continued to lave and flick at the sensitive little bud, his fingers delving into her moist heat, extending her pleasure as he played her body like a fiddle. His fingers twisting and sliding inside of her.

  As she crested the peak and the orgasm started subsiding, Peter made his move. Before her brain had time to process it all, he moved agilely up her body, had somehow disposed of his boxers and slipped on a condom without her notice, and with one quick thrust, he was inside her, filling her and stretching her with his glorious heat. His shaft, thick and throbbing as he began to move within her, lifting her legs to his shoulder, he pounded against her, panting and grunting to the rhythm of their bodies.

  Harmony moaned, pressing her back further into the mattress, arching her body into him, moving closer to the edge of destruction faster than she had ever thought possible. Peter twisted her into a pretzel, moving her legs this way and that, contorting both of them as he found the right spot, sent her soaring closer to the storm that began to rage within her.

  Each powerful thrust pushing her into the path of the tornado of ecstasy swirling around them. With a shudder and a groan, the sound more like a growl, fierce and primal, Peter buried himself in her, pushing as deeply as he could, and emptying into her warmth. And with those last few thrusts, Harmony's body tightened around him, convulsing and milking him as she erupted into her own inferno of rapture and bliss. A simultaneous explosion of fireworks, they melted into each other, colors bursting and mixing in the heat of the storm.

  Peter lay there afterward, long into the night, watching Harmony's shuttered expression as she slept soundly enfolded in his strong arms, her lashes dark against her pale cheeks, fluttering every so often. He wondered what she was dreaming about. He hoped it was him she thought of as she dreamt.

  And as he watched her, and how angelic she appeared in slumber, he was sure glad that Viktor had decided to go to Sandra's after all, as Harmony had been quite vocal during their lovemaking. With all that had happened, Viktor had told him he would put off going home to Russia if Peter needed him, but Peter insisted that he go. He didn't want to be the reason that Viktor wasn't able to spend some time with his daughter. Viktor had been married once, and though they had created a beautiful little girl together, their love was not the lasting kind.

  His ex was a good mother though, and bore no ill feelings towards the father of her child. Viktor often skyped with his daughter, and had even flown her and her mother out a couple of times, but he had intended on going to back Russia for nearly a month, to spend as much time with his little imp as he could. So Peter had made it clear that Viktor was not needed here. And when Harmony had invited him out to dinner, Viktor had decided that Peter was right, he was a big boy, and didn't need a keeper.

  Harmony began to stir a little,
snuggling closer to Peter and throwing one leg over his, so he kissed the top of her head, smoothing away the hair that fell into her face. She was asleep again within seconds. Having her nearly molded to him this way, Peter couldn't imagine anything better, and finally fell asleep himself.

  Chapter 10

  Meeting with the DA

  The next morning hadn't been awkward in the least. Harmony was sure it would have been, what with the way she had carried on during the night, as they had made love to each other over and over before finally passing out from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Peter, despite the frantic desire to consume her, had been gentle every time. Even as he pressed her into this position or that, he was careful not to hurt her, giving her a pleasure she had surely not known before.

  She wondered how someone so seemingly shy could be so experienced in matters of the bedroom, and was almost tempted to ask him how many lovers he had had in the past. Was it just an act? No. She didn't think so. Peter blossomed between the sheets, taking on the position of lover most seriously, but whenever he looked down at her, whenever she met his icy gaze, heat would steal into his cheeks. His shyness, however, didn't prevent him from being the tentative lover that he was though. And his blushing only endeared him to her further.

  They'd made love to each other one more time that morning, Peter loving her as thoroughly as he had during the night, if not more, almost as though he feared he'd never have a taste of her again after today. They showered together quickly afterward, and hopping onto the back of his Bike, he took her out to breakfast, and then to her place, where she invited him in for a quick tour.

  It wasn't much, her place, just a small condo in a little neighborhood she loved. The place was decorated nice enough, the kitchen updated, the bathrooms with new fixtures, and the furniture comfortable. Somewhere around twelve hundred square feet, it was a two bed two bath, and she loved it there. Lupus had greeted him excitedly, obviously remembering him from the dog park, and after lavishing the dog with belly scratches, they got on with the short tour.