Page 123 of Melting the Ice

How the hell had I gotten so lucky to call her mine?

JOSIE

Micah stared down at me, his eyes dark with a need that matched my own. I circled my legs around his hips, holding his body to mine. And then his lips met mine. I poured everything I had—every amount of love in me—into that kiss. It’d been a rough couple of days and part of me had wondered if we’d ever get to this moment. The weight had vanished from my shoulders, though, now that our secrets were gone and my brother had accepted that his best friend had fallen for his little sister and vice versa.

Not that I wanted to think about my brother right now when Micah was grinding his dick against my sensitive clit and teasing my tongue with his.

He pulled back. “Everything okay?”

I linked my arms around his neck, shoved every other thought from my brain that didn’t belong right here at this moment, and tugged his mouth back down to mine.

“Never better.”

His lips brushed against mine, and my tongue tangled against his.

“Fuck. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my mouth when he finally broke the kiss. He peppered kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I shifted my legs, chasing the friction I needed.

“The feeling is so mutual.” I ended on a gasp when he nipped at my shoulder before bathing the spot with his tongue.

His hand snaked down between our bodies until his thumb hit my clit, where he pressed tight circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure, and my body ached for him.

My hands sank into his hair as he lavished attention on my breasts, tugging one of my nipples into his mouth. He teased the pebbled tip with his tongue, and I arched my back, trying to get as much of my body to touch his as possible.

He moved to my other breast just as he sank one finger inside of me.

His mouth left my breast. “Ah fuck, Hurricane. I love hearing and feeling how drenched you are for me.”

“Oh, yes. Don’t. Don’t stop.” I gasped.

“Never. But I need to be inside of you, need to feel you clenching around my cock.”

I whimpered when he added a second finger right before he dropped his head back down to my chest and lightly bit my nipple.

Inaudible sounds fell from my lips as he continued to torment me, and right before I was about to explode, his fingers left my body.

“Why did you—” I started as he gripped my hips and shifted us so I was on top. He thrust inside of me before I could say another word, and the sound that came out of me when our pelvises were flush was indiscernible. As was the feeling of his hard cock pulsing inside my body.

Holy freaking hell, this man was wrecking me in the best, most exquisite way.

“Fuck, Hurricane. Squeeze me tight. Take everything from me,” he gritted out, holding my hips and taking control while I was still trying to gather my wits.

My palms hit his chest, and I curled my fingers in, scraping his nipples and rocking my hips with every plunge of his cock.

“Oh yes. That’s. Oh. My. God. Micah.” The words fell from my mouth, and my head dropped back as I took in a shuddering breath.

“Come all over my cock, Hurricane.” His tone made even my toes tingle.

I lifted my head back up and met his gaze, dragged my fingers up and down his delectable abs, and watched his muscles ripple under my touch.

His pupils were fully blown. “I need you to come because I’m so fucking close to exploding.”

“I’m so close, too.” My tongue darted out to lick my parched lips.

I gasped when he rolled his thumb over my clit again, pinching it between his fingers and pressing tight circles around it, driving me insane with need. My spine tingled. My breath was stilted.

“Come for me. Drench my cock and make a mess,” he ordered, and my body gave me no choice but to obey. My orgasm burst inside of me, and I cried out his name in release.

“You’re a fucking vision. So beautiful when you come for me. But we’re not done yet.”

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