Page 44 of Melting the Ice

He chuckled softly. “This isn’t a game to me. I want you so fucking bad it’s ridiculous, and there are so many ways that this could go wrong, but I’m finding it really fucking hard to care about any of them right now.”

“So don’t. Just kiss the hell out of me. That last one was decent,” I teased, nipping his palm.

His pupils were blown, and his body vibrated against mine. I wanted him to consume me.

“Decent, huh? Guess I’ll need to do better with the next one.”

And then his lips were back on mine, and one of his hands snaked down the side of my body, tracing every curve.

I gave into him without question, tracing my tongue along the seam of his lips and swallowing his groan when he allowed me entry. My tongue swept against his, tasting, teasing, drinking him in.

Holy hell, the man kissed like my favorite fantasies come to life, which was fitting since he’d featured in a lot of them over the years.

“Fuck, Josie,” he growled against my mouth before he dove back in, devouring me.

I rocked my hips against him, and his hard cock brushed against my belly. Desire spiraled through my body, and I sank my hands back into his hair, holding on as he kissed the hell out of me and giving back as good as I got.

Then his phone blared again.

“What the hell?” I gasped, pulling back. His lips were softly parted, his cheeks tinged pink, and I wanted to climb up his body. “How many alarms do you need to tell you to take a fucking nap?”

He pressed his forehead against mine and let out a pained chuckle. “I got distracted and set that last alarm to snooze instead of turning it off.”

I giggled. Yeah, I did that to him. It was empowering.

“I want to keep kissing you.” He shifted his head to pepper my jaw with kisses and little bites.

I shuddered under his touch, under the feel of his teeth along my jaw. It was like he wanted to inhale me, and I was a million percent on board.

“I’m not stopping you, but you need a nap.” Then my phone beeped. “Crap. And I have a date with Wally in ten minutes.”

He pulled back, his eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck is Wally?”

I bit back a grin. “Oh, just this guy. He’s kinda short, super sweet. A great listener. Always trying to lick my face. His breath is brutal, though.”

Micah sighed. “It’s a dog, isn’t it?”

I grinned. “Yup. New client. Lives in this building, so I just have to take him for a few laps around the rooftop garden today because it’s been snowing so hard this week.” I lifted up on my toes and kissed his nose. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he muttered. “Okay. Maybe. Fuck. I can’t help it, Josie. I want you too much. Jealous of a damn dog.”

“I had you going, didn’t I?”

“Why do you have to torment me?”

I shrugged. “Because it’s easy.”

His gaze traveled down my body, and I felt like I was going to go up in flames.

“So, if you had to go walk Wally, why are you wearing a tiny yoga outfit?”

I nibbled my lower lip and held his gaze. “To torment you, why else?”

“Dammit, Hurricane,” he rasped. His arm banded around my waist, and he walked me back until I was pressed against the wall again. His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue swiped against my lips, and I instantly gave in, melting into his body and relishing just how freaking phenomenally this man could kiss.

I hitched my leg around his thigh, craving friction, needing to feel his hard cock, even if sex was off the table until after the game. A shudder rolled through me. Would this go past kissing?

Freaking hell, I hoped so. He seemed ready to combust, and I was right there with him.

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