Page 97 of Melting the Ice

“Of course. Whatever you need,” he said, and then the door shut behind him.

“Isn’t he the best?” Harper grinned.

I loved what a ballbuster she was. Reminded me of myself.

“So, what’s the plan today? You survived last night. Oh, and you’re welcome for distracting Ray when Micah looked like he was about to kiss the hell out of you. More than once.” Harper smirked. “But seriously, how long are you going to let this go?”

“Ugh, I have no idea. Why am I such a chickenshit about this?”

Harper poured me a cup of coffee and pushed it toward me across the island before she took a seat next to me.

“Why are you?”

I squared my shoulders and took a fortifying sip of delicious Nutella-laced coffee. “Shit, this is good. I need to pick up some Nutella.”

“Stop stalling.”

I glared at Harper. “Fine. So, remember how I told you Micah wants Ray to know the truth, and he’s letting me decide when that happens? I swear, my heart squeezed tight when he told me that he’d fallen for me the other night. I mean, he said, falling, but I think it’s more. And I know it’s more for me. And I know me dragging my feet on this is killing him. I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”

“A little. Seriously, who cares what Ray thinks? Who cares what your family thinks? All that matters is that you and Micah are having fun, that you’re happy with each other and with yourselves.”

I took another sip and nodded. She was right. One hundred percent.

So why couldn’t I just say the words to my brother?

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“Fuck. I hated not having you in bed with me,” Micah rumbled as soon as he opened his door. “Why didn’t you use your key?”

“And why would I have a key to your place?” I arched a brow. “Where’s my brother?”

“In the shower. Let’s hope he stays in there for a while.” And then Micah was tugging me into the entryway and into his arms.

I fell against his chest, my hands immediately curling into his shirt to anchor myself. A soft moan left my lips, and then I was lifted into the air and pressed against the narrow wall that led into the kitchen.

Micah’s mouth was on mine before I could utter another word. Not that I had anything left to say when all my body wanted was to lean in and kiss this man until we were both breathless. His tongue swiped against mine, and desire flooded me.

I hitched one of my legs up and wrapped it around one of his as we rocked against each other, his hard cock pressed where I wanted him most.

“Fuck, Hurricane. I’m desperate to feel you. All of you. Fuck,” he gritted out when he broke the kiss.

Our foreheads pressed against each other, and our labored breaths intermingled.

He cupped my face, making me meet his gaze. “I really don’t want to pressure you, but we could tell him now?”

“I just don’t know. I’m sorry, Micah. I really am.” I paused. “Maybe we can tell him before he leaves? I just…” I trailed off.

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Just kiss me again and hope that your brother has stomach issues or something, so we don’t have to stop anytime soon.”

I laughed softly. “Mean, but also super gross to talk about bathroom issues when you’re trying to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “There’s not any trying about this.”

Then he was kissing me again, and I linked my hands behind the back of his neck and gave in.

“Hey, did I hear Josie come in?” Ray’s voice carried down the too-short hall, and I jumped away from Micah, sucking in a breath.

Shit. I hadn’t even heard the toilet flush or faucet go on, something to warn us.

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