Page 70 of Melting the Ice

“Holy shit.”

“That’s holy shit, Micah,” he taunted. Then he swiped his thumb through the moisture at the apex of my thighs and brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking my need off his finger.

“I might come right now,” I whispered. “That was so hot.”

“I have time.” He dropped to his knees and devoured me until I screamed his name.

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“Okay, you really have to go,” I said forty minutes later as I doctored my coffee and resisted stripping him out of another suit. I had no self-control whenever we were in the same room, and I loved that he seemed to be the same.

“I do, I know.” He ran his thumb over my jaw.

His phone buzzed on the island, and he grabbed it.

And froze.

“Oh shit. Fucking hell,” Micah barked out, his fingers falling from my face. Then he tapped on his screen.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, setting my coffee down on the island.

He held up his phone. “Ray’s coming out in less than two weeks. Fuck. He’ll be here in ten days.”

“Here? Shit. Why?”

“Spring break,” he said.

“Crap. I totally forgot he was coming out here for that.”

“Fuck, I forgot, too,” Micah said. “He asked if I’d seen you and how you’re doing.”

“Oh, you’ve seen me,” I teased.

“Not the time, Josie. Not the time,” he said, but he was chuckling softly.

“It’ll be fine. We just won’t make out in front of him. You’ll have to resist me if you can.”

He barked out a laugh. “Stop distracting me. This is serious.”

Then he lifted my hand to his mouth and nipped my palm. I couldn’t suppress my shudder. “Sorry. I really can’t resist you.”

“Same,” I murmured. “So, it’ll be fine. I mean, with my brother. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uh, we have another issue. He’s staying with me,” he said, keeping his fingers linked with mine.

“Well, crap,” I said, and he chuckled again.

“Yup. You can’t be sleeping in my bed when he’s visiting.”

“True. I haven’t even told him or my parents that Blaine and I broke up. They think I’m still living with him,” I muttered.

“Well, you’re fucking not ever again. Fucking cowardly asshole,” he bit out.

I smiled. “I haven’t given that idiot a single thought, aside from the fact that I’m grateful that he bailed so I could guilt you into letting me crash here.”

“So I should thank him? Maybe send him an edible arrangement or something? I mean, after I punch him in the face for being a dick to you, of course.”

“You’re so sweet,” I teased. “But seriously, what are we going to do? I’m living with you and sleeping in your bed. My stuffis everywhere. We can’t even really play off the roommate thing because your second bedroom isn’t a bedroom.” I paused. “Not that I mind that because we’ve definitely had some fun in that relaxation room.”

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