Page 21 of Melting the Ice

I pulled back the top sheet, slid into bed, and was met with a warm body.

I jumped out, flipping on the light on my nightstand. Josie was blinking up at me, her eyes squinting in the light.

“Oh, fuck. Shit, Josie, I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed, trying not to think about how her sleep-tousled purple hair was currently making my gut tighten, and my fingers itch to sink into the strands. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, and fucking hell, my cock chose that moment to start waking up. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice, but in the current position, with me standing over her, my dick was in direct line with her face.

I willed my brain to think of anything instead of her in my bed. Could I manage to take a step back without her noticing my hardening cock? No. So, I stayed put.

“Micah.”

Her soft voice was doing nothing for my cause.

She sat up, the covers falling to her waist, and my dick was a fan. She was wearing a threadbare T-shirt and obviously no bra. At least her nipples weren’t visible. What would they look like?

Fucking. Hell.

I glanced at the ceiling for a brief second to collect myself.

“Um, sorry,” she said, and I met her gaze again, refusing to look down at boobsagain.

“I didn’t expect you to be home tonight.” She pushed a loose strand of that luscious purple hair behind her ear, and her shirt pulled against her chest.

Yeah, my gaze had traveled down because, apparently, my cock was in charge of my brain right now.

What would it be like to cup her breasts in my hands? They would fit perfectly.

Shit. I was going to need a pillow or something to cover myself.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, we left right after the game. I thought I’d mentioned that.” My voice sounded gritty.

“Sorry, I must’ve forgotten.”

“It’s fine. Yeah. Um, I’ll just go take the couch,” I said, needing an escape.

“What? No. This is your bed, and you had a rough game and late flight. Sorry about the loss. I’ll take the couch. You need your bed,” she said, revealing her bare legs as she pulled the covers back even more.

Was she naked under that shirt? Maybe just a small pair of panties.

I sucked in another breath. What the fuck was my problem?

“No, you’re already in bed. Stay here. I’ll just grab a pillow and take the couch,” I said.

“Absolutely not,” she argued.

“I’m too tired to battle you, Josie. Just stay in here,” I said.

“We could share the bed? I mean, it’s a big bed. A nice pillow wall down the center, and it’ll be like two beds,” she said.

“I don’t have that many pillows,” I said.

She laughed lightly. My dick was an asshole.

“Blankets. Whatever. Just get in the damn bed, Micah. It’s one night.” Then she slipped her body back under the covers—thank god—and put her head on the pillow.

My entire room smelled like her.

“Oh, is this your side?” she asked when I still hadn’t moved.

Then her eyes darted down, and I swore her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. I practically ran around the bed and slid under the covers, ignoring her little gasp.

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