Page 120 of Melting the Ice

“Fine. I’ll take my pants off.”

He barked out a laugh and then licked his lips. Thankfully, the airport was only twenty miles outside of town because I was not going to be able to hold out long. Hopefully, longer than him, but not long. It might be nice to hear him beg.

“But it’s not like you can do anything. You have to focus on driving.” I kept my voice stern, but my insides were at inferno level when he looked at me, his pupils wide.

“What are you suggesting? Maybe you’d like to slip your hand into your panties and gather up the moisture I know is already pooling between your thighs? Give me a taste?” His voice rumbled, sending shivers up my spine.

A gasp fell from my lips.

“Come on, Hurricane. How soaked are you?”

I freaking whimpered at his words.

“Let me hear how wet you are. Slide down those pants and drenched panties and make a mess on my seat.” His voice was low, and I felt it pulsing between my thighs. He wasn’t even touching me, and I was ready to explode.

“Are you trying to make me combust?” I rasped, glancing over at him. His jaw was tight, and the skin on his knuckles was thin as he gripped the steering wheel.

Good. He had no one to blame but himself.

I reached over and dragged my hand over his denim-covered cock, making sure to cup and squeeze his hard length.

Okay, now he could blame me, too, but what the hell was I supposed to do when he spoke to me like that?

“Fuck, Josie,” he gritted out when I squeezed him again.

His hips lifted off the seat, and he rocked against my hand.

Then I was gasping again when one of his hands left the steering wheel and he was sinking his fingers into my pants and under my panties.

“So fucking soaked.” His thumb swept up my slit, and he twisted his hand, sinking one finger into my heat while he pressed his thumb against my clit.

“Oh, Micah,” I cried, fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans. I needed to touch his skin, to feel his hard dick in my hand pulsing for me. It was a heady sensation, and I planned to never get enough of this man.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to find some friction as he moved his thumb over my clit in tight circles.

“Fuck me,” he groaned when I finally got his zipper down, and the palm of my hand was cupping his cock.

I leaned over the console and swiped my tongue, collecting the moisture on the tip of his dick.

“I’m trying to drive here.”

I lifted my head and smirked. “So I should stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said, his finger tapping on my clit for good measure.

My entire body vibrated with need, but I could wait.

“Both hands on the wheel, Micah.” I shifted my body, taking his cock farther down my throat.

“I want you to come.” He ended on a groan when I pumped his cock in my hand.

“Plenty of time for that later. I want to do this for you,” I murmured before licking the length of his shaft.

“Fuck. I don’t deserve you, but I’m never letting you go,” he said, then an inaudible sound fell from his lips as I glanced up and watched him lick clean the fingers he’d just had inside of me.

My body shuddered. He met my gaze for a brief second before focusing back on the road. The heat in his eyes during that moment hit me square in the chest, and I couldn’t wait to get home.

I lifted my mouth from his cock. “Good, because you’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”

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