Chapter Twelve
Mastering the Layback Spin
Making love to a champion figure skater is definitely not what I had expected.
For one thing, her flexibility is off the charts.
Regan's body bends in ways that make my brain short-circuit, and her legs wrap around me at angles that shouldn't be physically possible.
And when she moans "triple axel" against my ear as I thrust deeper, I nearly lose.
Who knew figure-skating lingo could be so damn sexy?
"You're in the red zone now," I rumble, gripping her hips tighter.
The wet sucking sound of my dick thrusting into her depths has me so hot for this woman that I can't stop myself from pounding into her hard and fast, again and again. She arches her spine as her eyes almost seem to roll back in her head.
"Show me what you can do, Mike." Regan sounds almost dazed.
I flip her over in one smooth motion, earning a surprised gasp that quickly turns into a throaty moan. Then I plunge inside her again, from behind, and her breaths have become ragged. Her skin glistens with sweat and catches the dim light from the bedside lamp.
"Oh shit, Mike, that's---unh, that's my sweet spot." She pants, almost whimpering as she clutches the sheets tightly. "Perfect edge control!"
I have no idea what that means in skating terms, but don't give a shit. As I go on pounding into her lush body, her channel pulsates around me. The sensation has me I'm gritting my teeth.
"Going for the touchdown," I snarl, sliding my hands up her sweat-slicked back to grip her shoulders, using the leverage to drive into her with even more power. The headboard slams against the wall in a steady rhythm that matches our heavy breathing.
"Yes! Right there! Maintain rotation!" Regan cries out, her voice becoming higher with every word. Her body trembles beneath me as I hit that perfect spot again and again while she loses the ability to speak.
I'm close, shit, so fucking close. But I need to make her explode first. So, I reach around to find that slick bundle of nerves with my fingers. "Let me watch you score."
She releases sharp little gasps as her internal muscles clench around me in a vise grip that nearly gives me a stroke.
Regan screams as she shatters around me, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy.
The way her body bows backward reminds me of ballerinas who contort their bodies in strangely beautiful ways.
"Mike...oh God Mike!"
The sight of Regan coming undone---head thrown back, muscles tightening, my name on her lips---pushes me over the edge. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks as I thrust once, twice more before I'm gone, emptying myself inside her with a guttural roar that I barely recognize as my own voice.
"Damn," I gasp, collapsing beside her on the mattress. "That was...beyond mind blowing. No woman has ever made me blow apart the way you did just now."
Regan lies there, dazed and sweaty, with her hair flying wild around her flushed face. She traces lazy patterns on my chest. "The way you fucked me, it was definitely gold medal worthy."
Gradually, our breaths return to normal. I can't remember the last time sex felt this...connected. With my ex-girlfriends---hell, even with the women I thought I might want to marry---something was always missing. A vital bond I couldn't quite grasp.
Regan grins, and her chest is still heaving. "That was hands-down a personal best for me. I don't think I've ever screamed that loud before."
I can't help grinning too. "Just wait until round two. I've got plays you haven't even seen yet."
She laughs in a bubbly way I've never heard from her before. "Confident, aren't we? I like that." She trails her fingers lower, dancing them across my abs. "Though I should warn you, I have excellent stamina. Olympic level, in fact."
"Is that a challenge, Banks?"
"Maybe."
I brush sweaty hairs away from her face. "You know that move you made near the end? It almost looked like some type of figure-skating thing."
Regan turns sheepish, as if she's embarrassed. "Well, it was a skating thing. I didn't do it on purpose, but you got me so crazed for you that I, um...tried to do a layback spin. That's when a skater arches their back while spinning with their head tilted toward the ice."
I burst out laughing, helpless to stop myself. "You tried to do a figure skating move during sex?"
"Don't laugh!" She smacks my chest playfully, but I can tell she's trying to hide her smile. "It's muscle memory."
"Hey, I'm not complaining." I tug her closer. "That was sexy as hell. Though I'd pay good money to see you try that on actual ice."
She raises her brows. "Naked?"
"Now there's an image." I cup her ass and give it a squeeze. "Though I'd have to tackle anyone else who got to see that show other than me."
"Possessive already?" Her tone is teasing, but note a hint of something else there, a sort of playful teasing that feels more intimate than ever before.
I roll onto my side so Regan and I are now face to face. "You're an amazing athlete, and I'd love to watch you doing your thing in a competition."
She nuzzles my nose. "I have perfect edge control too."
"And that means what?"
Regan grins. "It means having complete control over your skate blades---the difference between landing a jump perfectly and ending up flat on your ass.
In skating, if your edges aren't clean, you're toast." She traces a finger down my chest. "In bed, it means I know exactly how to move my body to get what I want. "
I shake my head. "Damn. And here I am with my basic football analogies."
"Which I find incredibly hot, by the way." She props herself up on one elbow, her golden-brown hair cascading over her shoulder. "Tell me something, Hannigan. Does the Bigfoots' star quarterback always get this personal with women he barely knows?"
I consider lying and playing it cool, but something about Regan encourages me to be honest. "No. Not even close. This is different. You are different."
She searches my gaze for a moment, then nods. "Good. Because I don't usually jump into bed with guys I meet at a skating rink."
I trace my finger along the curve of her hip, marveling at the toned muscle beneath soft skin. "So, what made you break your rule for me? My charming personality? My devastating good looks? My ability to throw a perfect spiral? That means a straight, tightly rotating spiral."
"Hmm." She pretends to consider my suggestions carefully. "I think it was when you held your ground even when Bohdan glared at you the way only a Ukrainian can."
"I have a lot of respect for Bohdan and the way he tried to shoo me away from his star skater. I get the feeling he's like a second father to you."
She hunches her shoulders. "Yeah, you're right about that. He's been with me since I was sixteen. After my parents divorced, he became the only real constant in my life. Skating was my escape, and Bohdan made sure I had somewhere to run to."
I can understand that kind of relationship all too well. "My coach back in college was like that for me. When I went pro, my dad and Coach Miller were the ones who told me I could become a star quarterback."
Regan traces lazy circles on my chest. "It's different with Bohdan, though. He's protective. Almost to a fault."
"I noticed." I chuckle, remembering the death glare the older man had given me. "Does he give all your boyfriends the third degree, or am I special?"
"You're the first one to make it this far. Usually, the moment a guy shows interest, Bohdan finds a way to scare them off. Training emergencies, extra practice sessions, random drug tests, things like that."
"Random drug tests?" I raise an eyebrow.
"He's very thorough," she says with a wink. "But you...didn't scare so easily."
"Takes more than a scary Ukrainian to make me back down." I pull her closer, enjoying the way her body fits against mine. "Though I gotta say, he's pretty intimidating for a guy who's basically a ballet coach on ice."
Regan smacks my chest. "Don't let him hear you say that. He was the Soviet national champion four years running before the wall came down."
"Seriously? Damn, I need to find some video of that." I rub my chin. "I've been dying to ask you. What is a triple axel?"
"It's a move that involves three and half rotations---in the air---and requires a forward takeoff."
"Wow. I had no idea it was that difficult."
Regan's lips curl into the cutest smile. "I can show you more of that stuff, but only if Bohdan agrees."
"Hm. Don't think I'll test that theory yet."