Page 50 of Melting the Ice

“I want to wreck you. It’s only fair since that’s what you do to me,” he whispered.

I was a puddle. A freaking puddle. My body already felt like liquid fire, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

Then he bit down on my earlobe before bathing the spot with his tongue, and I rocked my hips.

“I need to feel you clenching my cock. Do you want that, Hurricane?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” I would never admit how much I loved his nickname for me. Like he accepted my chaos as just who I was.

But right now, I was tired of waiting for him, so I reached down, wrapped my hand around his hard cock, and gripped with gentle force. He hardened, pulsing in my fingers.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, thrusting in my hold. “Impatient, are we?”

My laugh was husky. “Yes, dammit. I want your cock inside me. Like, right now.”

He chuckled and leaned over me, taking my lower lip into his mouth. He nibbled for a second before he plunged his tongue into my mouth, then let out a grunt when I swiped my thumb over the tip of his dick. He wasn’t the only one who could tease and torture.

“Fuck me, already,” I whispered when he broke the kiss. He looked at me with pupils blown and color high on his cheeks, and I loved that he wanted me as desperately as I wanted him.

“With pleasure.” He slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled back with a condom in his hand.

“You keep one under there all the time?”

He smirked. “Just being proactive in case you came back for a nap.”

I giggled. “If I have my way, it’s going to be a very short nap. Just don’t hold it against me for messing up your pregame routine.”

“Maybe messing it up is a good thing,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes as he tore open the foil square.

His words warmed me to the tips of my toes, and I grabbed the condom from his hand, deftly covering his hard cock. I made sure to give him a little tug as I did. Hearing the growl rumble through his body whenever I touched him lit me up like nothing else in my life ever had, and I craved every noise that fell from his lips.

He lifted his hips and notched his cock at my entrance. My fingers ran up his chest, and my thumbs rasped against his nipples; then he plunged into me with one hard thrust. My back arched off the bed, and I rose to meet him, chasing the friction as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he said with a groan. “Are you okay?”

I smiled. “I will be when you start moving.”

His laugh was slightly pained. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

I clenched my thighs around his hips. “You knew exactly what you were getting, Micah.”

“Yes, I fucking did,” he said, leaning down and capturing my lips with his. His tongue swept against mine as he pulled back and then thrust into me again.

Holy hell, he felt amazing. My inner muscles fluttered around him, and he plunged in and out of my body, taking me higher than I’d ever imagined possible.

My fingers scraped across his back, his body quivering under my touch, and I didn’t want him to hold back even an inch.

He palmed my hip with one hand, holding me tight as he moved. Every time he sank completely inside of me, I wanted him more.

I broke the kiss—the sensation of everything that had just happened was overwhelming—and sank my hands into his hair, holding his gaze.

“I knew it would be like this. Consuming. Fucking perfect.”

His words were going to wreck me as much as his body was. I’d had a crush on this man for so long, and I didn’t want to think about how I’d felt when he’d crushed my dreams. I wanted to enjoy every moment with him right now, but I couldn’t give away how much I truly desired him. All of him.

“Yes. Oh, god. You feel so good,” I said instead of telling him he’d been consuming me since our first kiss. Hell, well before that.

He reached down and cupped my jaw, making me look at him. “Are you okay?”

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