Page 124 of Melting the Ice

His hands bracketed my hips, holding me still as he thrust up into my body, his rhythm slightly off as he got closer. I was still coming down from my own orgasm when he stilled beneath me, then shouted out my name and came, his hips pumping his release inside of me.

I fell asleep grinning.

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“I don’t know why I’m cooking when you’re looking like a snack.” I waved my spatula at him.

He’d just taken a sip of water—yes, I’d timed my comment perfectly—and sputtered, making water dribble down his chin and onto his chest.

His bare chest.

After orgasm four for me and three for him, and a quick shower that had resulted in him giving me number five with his mouth, we’d pulled on some clothes, so unfortunately, he wasn’t completely naked right now.

I waved the spatula in front of my face, attempting to cool down the need that was already ramping up in my body. This freaking man. Gah. I loved everything about him.

“You did that on purpose.”

I smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You just look hot with your damp hair and glasses, and those shorts are looking a little snug in a certain area.” I gestured toward his crotch.

“Fucking hell, Hurricane. You trying to get a rise out of me?”

“All day, every day.”

“Something smells like it’s sizzling.” He paused and quirked a brow. “Aside from your panties.”

I burst out laughing. “Okay, that wasn’t bad. And it’s not burning. I just dropped some cheese on the side of the pan because you distracted me when I was prepping our sandwiches.”

Perfectly golden grilled ham and cheese sandwiches were currently in the pan, with spicy tomato soup simmering in a pot on the back burner. We needed to replenish the calories we’d just burned so we could go burn some more. Days off with Micah were definitely my favorite.

“Distracting you is one of my favorite things to do.” He stepped up behind me when I turned to flip our sandwiches. His lips brushed against my shoulder, and I shuddered.

“You’re not just a snack. You’re a whole damn meal, and I can’t wait to eat you up again.”

“Micah,” I moaned, leaning back against his chest.

“Yes, Hurricane?”

“Get some plates. We’re ready to eat,” I said as calmly as possible. My body was an inferno.

“You are a terrible tease, and I’m going to torment you as soon as we get some carbs in us.” He rocked his hard cock against my ass before stepping away.

“Oh, I thought we could work on some puzzles together after this.” Then I shook my ass at him for good measure.

He groaned and gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Fuck, I love you.” He set the plates on the counter next to me.

I smiled and faced him, linking my hands behind his neck—after plating our sandwiches, of course. Couldn’t let our much-needed carbs burn.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.” He brushed his lips across mine way too briefly. “How the hell did I manage to get so lucky?”

“Because I knew what was best for you all along. Me. A little chaos is good for you.”

“Then I guess you’re perfect for me.”

“Damn right. Now kiss me again, Micahtron.” I grinned, unable to stop myself.

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