Page 51 of Melting the Ice

I turned my face, kissing his palm. “Absolutely. Don’t stop, Micah. Don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck, Hurricane.”

Then he kissed down my throat, and his fingers traveled over my skin, finding my clit. He teased me with his thumb while he thrust in and out of me, and I was so close.

I lifted my hips to meet every thrust, and my hands shifted to his back again, skating over his shoulders. Every muscle bunched and moved under my touch as we raced toward oblivion. I rocked my body and chased the friction I craved.

He dipped his head lower, pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, and sucked. I moaned, restless and ready to explode.

“Oh, Micah. Micah. Yes.” My words came out as pants.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I’m so fucking close,” he rasped.

And those words were exactly what I needed. My body froze and then shattered in an orgasm that topped anything I’d ever felt before. I shuddered, and Micah never stopped thrusting into me and laving my nipples with his tongue. It was sensory overload, and I went along for the glorious ride.

As aftershocks shook my body, Micah lifted his head and, holding my gaze, growled out my name, then followed me over the edge to bliss.

He dropped down on top of me, his hands bracketing my head on the bed to keep some of his weight off me. I wanted to tug him down and feel all of his delicious body squishing mine into the mattress.

He nuzzled my neck. “That was fucking incredible, Hurricane.”

“I can’t move,” I murmured, running my fingers gently through his hair. He shuddered under my touch, and I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Let’s clean up, and then we still have time to nap,” he said.

“Gotta keep the routine,” I teased half-heartedly.

“If we win tonight, we might have to add all this to the routine.”

He lifted his head, his smile bright and so damn beautiful.

“Sometimes sacrifices have to be made, I guess. You know. For science.”

He skimmed his fingers down my side and hit my ticklish spot, making me laugh and squirm.

“Come on.” He rolled off me and scooped me into his arms before I could say another word.

There was something ridiculously hot about a naked, tatted-up man carrying me into the bathroom after he’d just given me the best orgasm of my life.

I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.

Chapter 11

MICAH

Tally took the seat next to me and slapped my shoulder once we were back in the locker room after warm-ups. “You’re fired up tonight.”

“Don’t want a fucking repeat of the other night.” I gulped some of my sports drink and checked the tape on my socks.

“No shit. Got your nap in and all your pregame shit?” he asked.

“What? Why? Yep. Why?” I tried not to sound startled. Did I have something on my forehead that said I’d spent naptime fucking Josie?

He quirked a brow at me.

Fucking hell.

“You okay, man? How’s it going with Josie?” Tally and I hadn’t talked much about my new roommate.

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