Page 119 of Melting the Ice

“Stop that.” I swatted his hand as it moved down to the waistband of my panties, the only thing I was wearing aside from the cami. Micah only had on a pair of snug boxer briefs that felt like they were getting snugger by the minute if his rock-hard cock was anything to go by. I shimmied against his dick accidentally.

He growled, and his fingers pressed into my belly, anchoring me to him as he rocked his hips.

Holy freaking hell.

“Micah, please.”

“I love it when you beg,” he rasped. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning his name.

“We have to stop. He’s leaving in twelve hours, and we both have the day and night off. I’m sure we can make good use of it tomorrow.” I tried to reassure him, as well as myself, that it wouldn’t be long before we could finally have sex again. Not that I was counting the minutes or anything.

Jeez, he’d turned me into a sex fanatic.

But that was an easy role to take on with him. Dammit. He was too hot for my common sense.

“You’re damn right we will. Hey, if we sixty-nine right now, both of our mouths will be full, and then he won’t hear you yelling out my name when I make you come on my tongue.”

“Freaking hell, Micah. You’re insatiable.”

“For you. Always. So, you game?”

“No. Absolutely not. Go to sleep.”

“But I have hockey adrenalinenow.”

I started laughing. “Go to sleep, Micahtron. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”

“You’re supposed to be the fun one. The risk-taker,” he muttered. “Fine.”

I shifted around to face him and ran my hand along his jaw. His eyes sparkled with heat, and my body clenched. I could resist him.

I could.

“Go to sleep, and tomorrow, after he’s on that plane, we’ll be naked for the rest of the day.”

He grinned. “I’m holding you to that. Fuck, I love you.”

I tilted my head up, my lips almost brushing his. “You’re pretty easy to love, too.”

He shifted me so I was half sprawled across his chest, my hand over his rapidly beating heart.

I never wanted to leave his arms.

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“Okay, he’s gone; get naked,” Micah said, hopping back into the car.

I burst out laughing. “We’re still at the airport.” We’d just dropped Ray off to catch his flight home. This morning, there’d been an ease between the three of us that felt so natural, and I couldn’t describe how happy that made me.

But now I had Micah to myself, and I wasn’t going to waste any time.

Not true. I was going to torture him a bit since he’d spent all night with his hard cock up against my thigh until I’d shifted so he could spoon me, and then it’d been pressed against my ass. He hadn’t let me scoot out of his reach, not that I’d tried toohard, but freaking hell, I was frustrated, and tormenting him always made me feel better.

“So, lose the pants.” His grin was deliciously devious. I truly had created an exquisite monster.

“I’m not stripping down in the car,” I admonished as he pulled the car into traffic. “Don’t get a ticket speeding home.”

“I love it when you call our place home.”

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