Page 49 of Melting the Ice

She trailed her hand up my chest. “I bet we could come up with a few things. You know, unless you really need a nap now.”

I tweaked her nipple with my fingers, and she moaned softly. “I’m definitely not in the mood to nap right now.”

“Whatever shall we do, then?” She paused and danced her fingers over my ribs. “But if you lose tonight because you didn’t nap, don’t blame me.”

“Give me a minute, and then I’m going to fuck you so I can feel you squeeze my cock as you scream my name. Then we’ll nap.”

“If you insist.”

“Oh, I absolutely do.”

My pregame nap hadn’t helped us win the last game. Maybe I just needed Josie. It was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make. For science.

JOSIE

My entire body squirmed as he stared at me, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips against his cock. His cock that should definitely have been softer than it currently was after he’d just come in my mouth. Freaking hell, I wanted everything this man could give me. He was going to wreck me, but at least it’d be fun while it lasted.

Yeah, I’d been teasing him for weeks, but as soon as he’d kissed me again, I knew we were going to end up in bed together, and so far, it’d been amazing. I hadn’t expected his apology, but his words were exactly what I didn’t know I needed to hear. But I wouldn’t get ahead of myself. We were still two very different people and temporary roommates. This could end up beyond messy. I needed to care about that more.

He reached up to cup my face, and I turned, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” My fingers danced along the tattoos covering his arms. He’d added more ink over the years, and this was really the first time I was getting a closer look. He was freaking hot as hell. No wonder I’d added some tattoos to the NSFW images I’d drawn for my clients. Yes, I’d taken small bits of his ink, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He’d freak if I told him I’d put him in my drawings. It would have to be my little secret.

“Are you smirking?” he asked.

“No. Just admiring,” I said.

He rolled us before I could say anything else, and then my back was sinking into the mattress with Micah’s body coveringmine. His hardening cock settled between my thighs, and I ached for him to plunge inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and opened myself up to him.

“Fuck, I need you.” His hand reached between our bodies and skimmed over my stomach, then lower.

He groaned. “You’re fucking drenched. Did sucking me off do this to you?”

I swallowed hard. I hadn’t expected him to be such a dirty talker, and I was freaking here for it. A shiver wracked my body.

He leaned down and lightly bit my nipple. My hands went to his head to hold him close, and my back arched off the bed when his thumb swiped over my clit.

“So fucking wet and just for me.”

“Micah.” I gasped as he sank one finger inside my heat. My inner muscles immediately clenched around him, and he added another finger, gently stretching me.

I don’t even know what sound came out of me when his fingers left my heat, and he brought them to his mouth, then licked me off of him.

“Fucking delicious.”

His lips were on mine, and his tongue swiped against mine. I gave myself over to his kiss, my thighs squeezing his hips, and I tried to get some friction to ease the ache inside me.

He slanted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue licking inside my mouth. His groan made me feel like I was about to explode. I couldn’t get enough of everything he did to me.

I ran my nails down his back, relishing the shudder that rolled through him. His cock was rock-hard against my heat, and if I just shifted, there was a chance he’d sink inside me. I needed him with a desperation I’d never felt before.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. I rubbed against him, and he peppered kisses along my jaw, then licked the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

“I want to devour you until you’re quivering and sobbing my name, begging me to let you come.”

“Holy shit.” I gasped when his teeth grazed my throat, lightly biting, teasing…torturing. “Micah, please,” I murmured. He lifted his head, meeting my gaze. Pure fire stared back at me.

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