Page 45 of Melting the Ice

He canted his hips, his hard cock rubbing against me, while his mouth never broke the kiss.

“Yes.” I sucked in a breath of air as his lips left mine.

“How wet are you, Hurricane?” he gritted out, and my mouth dropped open.

Fuck me. This man.

“I won’t get off before the game. I want the edge. But that doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“Oh, my. Micah,” I whispered.

“How wet are you? If I dip my fingers inside you, will I find you want me as much as I fucking want you?”

I could only nod, my gaze locked on his. He licked his lips.

“Let me touch you.” His fingers on the hand that wasn’t still gripping my hip were already skating over my sports bra. Herubbed his thumb over one hard nipple, then the other, and I cursed the fabric between us.

My stomach tightened as he continued his trek down my body, pausing at the waistband of my yoga shorts.

“Please. Please, Micah,” I begged.

He groaned. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for more.”

His hand slipped under my shorts, and his thumb grazed over my clit. I arched into his touch, my head hitting the wall behind me.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.” He circled my clit with his thumb before he plunged one finger inside of my clenching body.

“Micah,” I moaned. “Oh god.” My hips rolled into his touch.

“Can I taste you, Josie?”

His words were murmured against my lips, and then he dropped to his knees, dragging my yoga shorts down my legs as he went.

I sank my fingers into his hair. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, all flushed and needy like this. You’re killing me right now. I need to feel you come on my tongue. Will you let me?”

I tightened my hold in his hair and shifted my hips as close to his mouth as I could get. “Stop talking.”

He chuckled darkly and palmed my ass, lifting me up the wall.

Oh hell, that was fantasy-level epic.

Then he was moving my legs over his shoulders, and his warm breath washed over my heated center. His hands were back on my ass, holding me against his face, and with the first swipe of his tongue, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.

He devoured me like a man starved. His tongue was doing something magical to my clit, and he licked and feasted, and I couldn’t get close enough as I rolled my hips and scraped my nails through his hair.

I had no control over the sounds falling from my lips, but they only seemed to encourage him to keep going. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as his groans vibrated through me.

“I’m close… Oh, yes… please… Don’t… Oh, don’t stop.” I gasped, one hand leaving his hair to sink into my own while I arched into his hold.

I glanced down, catching his dark gaze.

He pulled back slightly, and I rolled my hips, chasing his mouth. “Come for me, Hurricane. Come all over my face.” And then his lips pressed against me again, sucking on my clit, and I gave over to the sensation, to his expert mouth, and came, his name a cry on my lips.

My orgasm wracked my body. I was so freaking sensitive as he continued to hold me against his mouth, drinking me in.

“Fucking delicious,” he rasped against my fevered skin.

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