Page 42 of Melting the Ice

There was something in her voice, and I stupidly thought it sounded like frustration that matched mine. I met her gaze again. Her pupils were full, her lips slightly parted, and it took everything in me to resist leaning in for a taste.

“Do you ever think about kissing me again?” Her words were soft, but I heard them clear as day.

My shoulders dropped. “Every fucking day.”

There was only a thin ring of hazel as her pupils dilated. Pink stained her cheeks, and I felt a matching heat in my face.

“But we shouldn’t, right?” she asked.

“No, probably not.”

My hand moved to her waist, resting gently on her hip, and it took all I had not to drag her against my body.

“It’s just a kiss,” she said, her tongue darting out at the corner of her lip.

I couldn’t hold back my groan this time.

“But it could get messy,” she pointed out.

“Fuck, I don’t care,” I rasped.

“Then kiss me, Micah,” she whispered, fitting her body against mine.

She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was done fighting. Instead, I snaked one hand up her spine and sank my fingers into the hair at the base of her head to hold her close.

Then I lowered my head and sealed my lips to hers, drinking in her soft moan.

She slanted her head, giving in to the kiss, and I groaned again. This kiss felt so different from our last. I didn’t let myself feel guilty for kissing her. We both wanted it and fighting it was useless and a waste of energy.

Her hands curled into my shirt, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips against her, knowing she could feel exactly how much I desperately wanted her.

Her lips parted on a gasp, and I licked against her tongue, tasting her, relishing every sound we made together. Her body rolled against mine. I wanted to lift her onto my damn puzzle table and devour her.

Screw my puzzle progress.

Her tongue swiped against mine, and she kissed me with all that she had. I couldn’t get enough. My hand on her hip squeezed, and then I shifted and grabbed her ass.

“Fuck, Micah,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, as I lifted her feet off the ground.

Then her lips closed themselves to mine again, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I carried her over to the wall, pressing her back against it as I kissed the hell out of her andcursed the fact that I’d removed all the bedroom furniture from the room.

Stupid relaxation room.

Her hands sank into my hair, holding my head in place while she tangled her tongue with mine.

Her moan vibrated through my entire body as we consumed each other. Fuck. I was an idiot for waiting so long to kiss her.

I wanted to strip us both bare and carry her into my bedroom and finally fuck her like I’d thought about on a loop since she’d moved in.

Hell, I’d thought about it for years if I was really being honest with myself.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I said against her lips. Then I nibbled along her lower lip before sealing my mouth to hers again, plunging my tongue in to dance along with hers.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it and continued to kiss her.

Then it buzzed again.

And again.

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