Page 43 of Melting the Ice

Josie pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Someone’s popular.”

Her breathy voice did nothing to calm my racing heart or my aching cock.

“They can wait,” I growled.

“Freaking hell, Micah. You should always growl. It’s fucking hot.”

I smirked, then growled again, “Is it?”

She raked her nails against my scalp, and I rocked my hips, loving the shudder that ran through her.

“You know it is.”

I should’ve known making out with Josie would be just as fun as bickering with her was. This was on another level. Our kiss years ago had been hot as hell, but this was so much more, even if it ended up blowing up in my face.

Then the alarm on my phone blared.

She broke the kiss. “What the hell is that?”

I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to even out my breathing. “I have to take a nap.”

She giggled softly. “And you need an alarm for that?”

I sighed and gave her a sad attempt at a glare. “I didn’t used to need an alarm. I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re fucking distracting as hell.”

Her grin widened before she tried to look stoic. “I’m very sorry about distracting you.”

I scoffed. “No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, I’m not. So, do you want a nap, buddy?” That twinkle in her eyes was going to be the death of me.

But I was on board with that.

Fucking hell. I was not ready to stop kissing my hurricane.

JOSIE

Was this seriously happening? Micah finally kissing the hell out of me? I should not have felt such a thrill at the fact that he had to set an alarm to remind him of his pregame routine because of me, but I enjoyed that power.

Kissing him was amazing and bittersweet at the same time. I couldn’t help but think of our first and only previous kiss four years ago and how I’d felt when he’d stepped back and said it was a mistake. I had always strived to be happy-go-lucky and brush off things I couldn’t change, but a part of me still felt the sting of his rejection, even if I knew it had more to do with his hangups about his ex and my brother than with me.

“We can’t have sex.” He paused. “Shit. Sorry. Not that I’m assuming that’s even on the table right now. I mean, yeah, we just kissed. But, uh, I don’t fuck right before a game. I need to just nap.” He shook his head, then met my gaze again, and Iwaited to see what rambling words would fall out of his mouth next.

“Pretend I didn’t just say any of that,” he muttered.

“Not happening, Micahtron,” I teased. “Is your game always this bad?”

His laugh was strained. “I’m not trying to have game right now.”

“Clearly,” I deadpanned.

He released his hold on my hips, and I lowered my legs, not even trying to avoid brushing against his rock-hard cock.

We both groaned.

“Fuck, Josie. I want to kiss you again.” He lifted his hands, cupping my face.

I shifted to kiss his palm. “See, that’s better game.”

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