Page 80 of Cold as Ice

Mal sighed. Sounding resigned more than annoyed. “Driving me crazy? How do youdothat, by the way? I don’twantto be thinking about this, not all the time. It’s . . .it’s . . .”

“Awesome?”

Mal shot him another one of those hot looks, and Elliott’s heart beat a little faster. How could he have ever thought he could have a little taste of Malcolm McCoy and not want alotmore?

“Annoying.”

“I’m happy to annoy you some more,” Elliott said slyly and then finally leaned in and took his mouth, pouring all hisfrustration at having to wait into it.

The elevator came to a jerking halt and Mal broke the kiss with a gasp.

Luckily for them, it was deserted in the fourth floor hallway, and Elliott’s room was only a few steps away—because it wasreallyobvious what they’d just been doing. Mal’s cock was hard in his jeans, and Elliott had a feeling his hair was already messed up from Mal’s hands.

He unlocked the door, fully expecting that they’d be on each other the moment it closed behind them. He was already fantasizing how they’d do it tonight. Maybe he could get hismouth on Mal’s cock again. Maybe Mal would even be interested in returning the favor. And then maybe . . .

Elliott reached for him, butno, because Malcolm, the idiot, actually took a stepback.

“What are you doing?” Elliott figured it was his turn to ask.

“I thought we were studying. I asked if you wanted to study and you saidyes.”

“Specifically you said atutoring session,” Elliott said, emphasizing the words.

“Right.” Mal was frowning now. “How is that an invitation to have sex?”

“You might be tutoring me in statistics,” Elliott said resolutely, “but I’m sure as hell tutoringyouin sex.”

Mal’s jaw dropped. “That’s not what we—I never said—I certainly didn’task—”

“Did you even have to?” Elliott challenged.

Mal was quiet for a long moment. Thinking. Elliott knew that he could push him—it would not bethathard—but he wanted Mal to want him. He wanted Mal to consider the pros and the cons, and damn any of the latter, side with the former.

“No,” Mal said, finally, and there was undeniable surrender on his face as he reached for Elliott this time.

Elliott didn’t mind doing the reaching. He enjoyed it. But it was so sweet to have Mal give in to what they both wanted.

To let himself take this, without arguments.

“I mean it,” Mal groaned between kisses as they stumbled towards the bed, again. “How do youdothis? What kind of magical spell have you put on me?”

Whatever it was, it had ensnared them both.

Mal had to know that, with how hard Elliott was breathing and the way his cock twitched, hard and desperate, as Mal slid a hand down the front of his pants.

“All I can think about—when I should be thinking aboutplentyof other things—is getting you naked again,” Mal said.

“Well, get me naked again,” Elliott said, and this time, after toeing his shoes off, lay down on the bed, shooting Mal his best come-hither look.

Mal rolled his eyes, but he was leaning over him a second later, kissing him hard, tongue deep in his mouth, fingers in his hair, hips stuttering against Elliott’s own.

He pulled back a second later. “Promise me we’ll study after this,” Mal said, and it was annoying how one-track-minded he was. And not even the track Elliott wanted him focused on.

“After, after,yes,” Elliott agreed impatiently. He’d told Mal to gethimnaked, but he was already reaching up, thumbing those buttons apart, one at a time, exposing the glorious expanse of Malcolm’s chest. The ripped ridges of his abs. The firm muscles of his shoulders.

He could write a goddamn essay about the beauty of Mal’s shoulders. How he put everything on them, because they could bear that weight.

“I thought I was supposed to be gettingyounaked,” Mal teased. And he could tease like this, it turned out. Warm and affectionate, the corner of his mouth quirking up. That icy wall, the one that Elliott had always hated, coming down when it was just the two of them.

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