Page 66 of Sack

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He went straight for the kitchen and the half-melted bucket of ice before returning.

“What are you going to do with that?” It wasn’t hard to detect the suspicion in her tone.

“Shh. No talking.” He set the bucket on the end table.

She raised her brows. “That’s a tall ask.”

He grinned and plucked one of the larger ice cubes from the bucket. “Just try.”

She shrugged but kept her lips firmly sealed. He’d give her about five minutes before she cracked. But that was all the time he needed because in five minutes all she’d be able to utter was a moan.

Sitting down beside her, he took the ice and ran it back and forth over her lips. A melted droplet ran down her jaw, and he lapped it up before running his warm tongue over her icy lips. “I haven’t kissed you yet,” he murmured, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth to warm it. “An oversight I’ll rectify right now.”

She parted for him as he swept his now chilled tongue into her mouth, absorbing her warmth. Her hand went to his neck then brushed through the short hairs at the back of his head, holding it in place as he devoured her.

The ice cube in his fingers had mostly melted by the time he came up for air. He reached into the bucket and grabbed another, Ivy eyeing him the whole time. But she didn’t say a word. At least not until he touched the cube to her nipple.

She sucked in a breath and tried to shrink away. “That’s cold.”

Yes, he could see. Her nipple was puckering nicely. “Don’t worry. I’ll warm it.”

“Before or after it goes numb?”

He reluctantly pulled his gaze away from her nipple to look her in the eyes. “I thought you weren’t going to talk.”

Her eyes narrowed but so did her lips as she pressed them together.

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

Her eyes narrowed more, and he smirked before turning his attention to her other nipple. It puckered on command and he captured the tip between his teeth and softly bit.

Ivy squirmed.

Still engrossed with her nipple, he ran the ice down her torso making her stomach quiver. Palming the ice, he cupped her pussy. After a few seconds, her hips bucked.

“Colt.”

“Shh.” But he removed his hand, kissing down her body and sliding to the floor between her legs. His mouth found her, and he lapped between her folds, warming the icy flesh, knowing the temperature change would heighten the experience. He wasn’t wrong. Tonguing her clit, he had her squirming and bucking.

“How close are you?”

“Close,” she panted.

Getting to his feet, he captured her under the thighs, raising her hips from the bed, and thrust into her.

Ivy

Fixated on Colt, Ivy did one of her favorite things—watched him as he moved inside her. Her eyes feasted on the long, strong fingers gripping her thighs, the flex and play of muscle as he used his strength to hold her, the rigidness of his jaw set in concentration. But what she loved most was the intense heat that filled his eyes as he stared at where they were joined.

He watched them, but she watched him.

At least until her orgasm took over, and she was forced to close her eyes, throwing her head back as her fingers dug into the covers.

Before Colt, she’d never known sex could be like that—so all-consuming. It was usually hard for her brain to switch off, always thinking. But with Colt, in her moment of release, she entered a state of euphoria so overpowering, her mind didn’t have room for anything but the heady rush of pleasure filling it.

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