Page 22 of Melting the Ice

I should definitely be on the couch right now.

“Good night—or good morning, Micah,” she said, and then the room was flooded in darkness again.

I pulled the covers up to my armpits and tried to even out my breathing as my heart raced and my cock ached.

“Good night, Josie.” My voice was still rough.

I heard her shifting around, getting comfortable, while I stayed frozen in place. Her soft little noises were destroying me, but at no point did I get back out of bed and search for blankets or pillows to make a wall.

It would be fine. The bed was big, and there was plenty of space between us.

It would be totally fine.

Fuck. I was tired and hard. How the hell was I actually going to fall asleep?

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Something was pressing against my dick. Something warm. And one of my arms was trapped.

My eyes flashed open, and all I could see was purple.

Last night came flooding back as Josie rocked her hips against me.

FUCK.

I was in bed with Josie, and my body was wrapped around hers.

And her sweet ass was tucked against my cock, making me harder than I’d ever thought possible. Dammit. I should’ve jerked off before climbing into bed with her last night.

Not that I’d known she’d be in my bed or had anticipated sleeping next to her.

My head was foggy from not enough sleep and a painful dick.

And my arm, the one not trapped under her body, was draped over her waist, my hand on her T-shirt-clad stomach. A fewinches up, and I could have cupped her breast and scraped my nail over her nipple.

How would she respond?

My groan was louder than I’d hoped in the quietness of the room.

She shifted against me again.

“Uh, Micah? Um, do you have a sword in your boxers?”

“Fucking hell, Josie,” I bit out.

She twisted in my arms, her cheeks bright pink, her eyes glittering with humor, and a grin on her face.

“Good morning to you, too. Guess we drifted.” Her hand landed on my bare chest.

I should’ve put a shirt back on last night.

“It does that every morning. It’s just biology.” I scooted away from her and gritted my teeth as her fingers trailed over my skin.

“Sure, sure,” she teased. Was she really so unaffected by my hard cock against her body?

Nope. Not going to think about that. I needed to get out of this bed. But I was only in boxer briefs and didn’t have a shirt or anything else nearby because she was sleeping on my usual side. She’d just laugh at me if I tried to take a pillow or sheet with me.

You know what? Fuck it. If she was going to be blasé, so was I.

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