Page 55 of Locked In Ice

“And you’re sure as hell not fucking me because you’re stressed.”

She needed to get her hands off him.Her gaze fell to her fingers.Right at the top of those sweats.So close to, ah…

His dick tented the sweatpants.He wanted her.No doubt, but he was calling a halt to things.Maybe he had just been coming to her room to check on her.Being agoodguy.And she’d jumped the gun, and now she had no way to gracefully pull out of this situation.

His hand curled under her chin.Lane tipped back her head.Forced her to meet his stare, and there was no missing the almost feral lust that fired back at her.“Do you remember the first day we met?”

She had not expected a pop quiz at that moment, but, yes, yes, she did remember it.

“You had fuckingflown through a windowin order to cause a distraction.Memphis was still training my ass, he’d told me he had someone else around as backup, and when I saw you, there was still glass in your hair.”

She didn’t remember the glass being in her hair.She had, indeed, jumped through a window on that case, though.A necessary act to cause a distraction and save lives.

“I knew right then I’d never met anyone like you.”

Was that good?Or bad?She supposed it could go either way.

His thumb rubbed over her lower lip.A sensual caress.“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about you since that meeting?”

He could not be serious.

“Maybe fantasized is the right word.The reason I was so hungry for you last night?It’s because when a fantasy comes to life, you tend to lose control.”

Shock rocked her body.“You barely spoke to me before we became partners.”On the instances when their paths had crossed, he’d been all tall, dark, and broody.Andsilent.

“I barely speak to anyone.”

Oh, fair enough.That was a true statement, based on her observations.Her tongue swiped out.Licked the pad of his thumb.

He hissed out a breath.Because she liked that hiss, her mouth opened wider.She took his thumb inside.Sucked.

Saw his pupils flare and the darkness nearly swallow the green of his eyes.

Her tongue swirled over his thumb, then she let him go.

He growled.

Ophelia liked that sound even better than his hungry hiss.“Before I heard the creak of the stair, I was in bed, and I was having my own fantasy about you.”One confession deserved another.

A muscle flexed along his jaw.

“We weren’t in a hotel room.We were in my bedroom.But we were doing our best to wreck the bed.”Her hand drifted down to the tent that saluted her.She stroked his cock through the soft cotton.“I didn’t get a chance to taste you last night.Don’t you think it’s important for us to have an equal partnership?”

His fingers flew out and curled around her wrist.“Sex between us isnotabout stress.”

No, it wasn’t.Her heart drummed too fast.“What is it about?”She’d really appreciate it if he could spell things out for her.

“It’s about me needing you more than I have ever needed anyone else.”His Adam’s apple rose.Fell.“Truth be told, I lose control with you.That’s probably dangerous.”A stark pause.“For us both.”

He could be so cute.“I’m not scared of you, Lane.”

“You sure about that?”

She stroked him once more.Felt his cock jerk beneath her touch.“One hundred percent.”She’d seen plenty in her life that was scary.Lane didn’t frighten her.But… “I am a little afraid of the way I feel when I’m with you.”

His head lowered toward her.“How do you feel?”

“Like I want to lose my own control.”She pushed onto her toes, and her mouth met his.No, this wasn’t about stress.Or adrenaline.This was about the firestorm of need that ignited when they touched.A lust that burned even hotter now because she knew the pleasure that waited.

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