Always Remember (Memories #2)(19)
Author: Emma Hart

I can feel him pushing against my thigh and my legs automatically tighten round his waist. He drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavily.

“Nothing,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna do anything.”

BING

I lower my lips to hers, one of my hands cupping the side of her face. Her skin is like silk beneath mine, soft and inviting. Her tongue snakes out and traces along my top lip. She moves her hands to my back and fists my shirt as her legs tighten around my waist again.

Shit on a stick.

She nips my bottom lip, and I groan, kissing her harder. My lips leave hers and I trace kisses along her neck, across her shoulder and back again.

“Bing,” she whispers in a breathless tone that goes straight to my dick.

“What, gorgeous?” I swirl my tongue just under her ear.

Her breath catches. “I want my pizza.”

I stop and look at her. “You’re serious?”

Her blue eyes are on fire with sex behind them, but still innocent at the same time. She nods. “I’m still hungry.”

“Dammit, Jennifer. You’re gonna be the death of me.” I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, and she blinks at me.

“Can you wait until I’ve had my pizza?”

“Carry on,” I growl. “And I’ll be eating your damn pizza off of you.”

“Not tonight, dear.” She pats my cheek. “Maybe another time.”

I can’t help but smile at her. I love her playful side, the one she only seems to let out with me. I saw it with Carl but with me she feels… Freer. Like she can really let go.

“Then no pizza,” I threaten.

She scowls at me. “We’re so not friends.”

“We weren’t anyway,” I smirk. “I think we missed that stage, don’t you?”

Her tongue runs across her top lip as she thinks about it. Jen. Tongue.

Stop it, Bing.

“Yep.” She nods. “We definitely forgot that part. But unless I get food, we won’t be anything.”

“Demon.” I kiss her once more, and she bites my lip, her teeth dragging across it gently.

“You have no idea.”

Chapter Eight

JEN

“You could have let me get changed first,” I grumble, tucking my scarf over my chin and nose. The wind is biting cold, and I just know I’ll end up looking like some deformed Rudolph by the end of the night. I shiver, and wrap my arms around myself. A series of beeps tells me he’s locked the car.

Arms wrap around my shoulders from behind, and I feel warm breath on my cheek. “Cold, gorgeous?” Bing asks.

“No, I thought I might get my bikini out. You know, all these tropical temperatures.” I look dubiously up at the sky and the tiny flakes falling from it.

“As much as I wouldn’t object to you walking around in a bikini, I don’t think it’s compatible with ice skating.” He chuckles slightly and moves to my side, pulling me into his body and directing me towards the Winter Wonderland entrance.

Hyde Park is magical at Christmas, and we’re catching the tail end of Winter Wonderland. In fact, it’s the last night. The trees are still standing high, lights are twinkling everywhere, and the horrible snow adds a certain magic to it.

If it wasn’t so cold, I’d probably like to live somewhere like this. Maybe Germany. But, it’s cold, and we all know how much I love the cold.

I rub my gloved hands together, and Bing shakes his head.

“Jen, we’re not in the North Pole.”

I pout slightly. “It’s cold!”

We stop at a vendor and he orders two hot chocolates, winking at me. I beam at him as he hands me the take-out mug. The heat seeps through my gloves, warming my hands. I sigh happily.

“Better?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.

I nod. “Much. Thank you.” I turn my face to kiss his cheek but my mouth finds his. He sweeps his tongue along my top lip, the warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of his lips.

I pull back and raise my cup to my mouth. He grins knowingly, and squeezes my shoulders. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s go and find Alec and Lexy.”

Oh, thank God.

We push through the crowds, dodging to avoid excited children shouting and screaming at their parents. I still don’t get the excitement over snow. It’s cold. And wet. And cold.

“Isn’t that them over there?” I nod to the ice skating rink where I can see a couple snuggled in.

Bing squints slightly. “I think so. That’s where they’re supposed to be.”

“Let’s go then,” I move, pulling him with me. He slips a little on some compacted ice, and I giggle. He looks down at me, smirking. “What?” I ask.

“Have you ever ice skated before?”

“No. Should I have?”

A broad grin stretches out on his face. “Oh, man. This is gonna be fun.” He takes his arm from around my waist, strolling over to Lexy and Alec.

“What? It can’t be that hard!” I look at the rink with the Victorian bandstand in the centre, jogging after him. “If little kids can do it, I can!”

Lexy smiles. “It’s harder than it looks.”

Alec looks at the rink and back at me dubiously. “Can we not skate? Really? There’s loads for us to do here so…”

I slap his arm. “Don’t be a chicken shit, Alec! We can do this. It’ll be just like rollerskating.”

Bing snorts. “Yeah… But with ice and blades.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “I can think of a good place for those blades right now.”

He half-grins at me. “Not in public, babe.”

I purse my lips. “You’re dirty.”

He steps towards me, lowering his mouth next to my ear. “Have you ever complained?”

“No.”

“Well then.”

I elbow him gently.

“They’re cute. In an annoying kind of way,” Lexy muses.

“Uh, sure?” Alec frowns at her.

“Don’t you see it? Even though they’re in a – sorry, not in – a relationship, they still bicker like they always have.” She turns, swinging their clasped hands. “And it’s annoying, but it’s cute because they’re so into each other.”

“What made you the resident love guru?” I yell after her.

“She’s right,” Bing mutters, pulling me after them.

“That we bicker? I know that, Samuel.”

“No.” I look up at him, and he’s smiling. “I am “into you,” as she put it. In fact, I’ve been all the way into you.”