Page 84 of Melting the Ice

“He’s going to be here tomorrow,” she said as I walked through the front door four days later after morning skate.

Her purple hair was up in a messy bun, and I wanted to tug it free and sink my fingers into it.

I dropped my gear bag near the door, strode toward her, pulled her into my arms, and my hips instinctually rocked against her body. I relished the shudder that went through her when I leaned in and nuzzled the spot between her neck and shoulder.

She weakly pushed her hands against my chest.

“Micah.”

I lifted my head. “Oh, should I stop?”

She glared at me. “Ray’s going to be here tomorrow, and all you can think about is getting into my pants.”

“I mean, you could solve that problem by not wearing pants.”

She laughed, shaking her head at me. “Sometimes it’s weird when you tease me. So off-brand.”

I nipped the side of her mouth. “Not off-brand with you. You make me feel playful. Fucking blissed out and happy.”

“Micah,” she said softly, her hands cupping my jaw.

I twisted my head, kissing her palm. “We could just tell him, you know. At least that you’re living here.”

She sighed. “Part of me wants to. But it’s so soon. He’s going to think I’m just jumping from one guy to the next.”

“I resent the hell out of that. I’m not just some guy.”

Raking one of her hands through my hair, she smiled at me. “No, you’re not. But we’ve never even discussed what this is. Ugh. I didn’t mean for us to have some deep conversation the day before my brother shows up.”

I walked her backward into the living room, then I shifted us around and sat down on the couch, pulling her into my lap so she could straddle me. Setting her heated center flush with my hard dick was probably not the best position to be in for a serious conversation, but I wanted her as close to me as possible.

Was I playing a little dirty?

Maybe.

Did I care?

Not one fuck.

“Ooh.” She rocked her body against mine.

“Let’s talk,” I said.

She quirked a brow. “Talk? Doesn’t feel like you’re in the mood for talking.”

“I just want you in my arms, and maybe a little bit at my mercy, when I tell you that I’m falling for you.” Yeah, I hadn’t said the words out loud, but they’d been floating around in my brain for much longer than I wanted to admit.

“What? You’re playing dirty.”

“Yup. To get what I want—which is you, by the way—I’ll absolutely use any advantage I have.”

“I think you’re scrambling my brains. You’re falling for me?”

I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and held her gaze. “How could I not?” It stung a bit that she hadn’t said it back yet. She had to feel something—unless I was completely off base.

No. She felt something.

“Am I freaking you out?”

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