Page 23 of Test the Ice
It’s hard to know what she’s thinking. I act like I can read her well, but I can’t.
When she zeroes in on my mouth, my pulse picks up its pace.
I want to grab her around the waist and pull her into my lap, just to know what it feels like to have her there. My head is spinning, and I can’t figure out why I’m so out of control when it comes to her.
Reese shifts, and I hear the sound of her seatbelt unclicking. The strap slowly slides off her body to reveal the easy access to the button of her jeans. It would be so fucking easy to slide my fingers from her waist and end up rightthere–
Her fingers dig into my skin, and I release her from my grip. My dick takes the hit, the sparks dying before they even make it to the tip, but suddenly, they come to life again as Reese takes me by total surprise.
Instead of leaving me high and dry, she quickly climbs over the center console and lands right inmy lap. Her hands grip my shoulders, her legs falling to my sides to straddle me.
Fucking yes.
Her mouth seals against mine, and I'm lost. She’s sweet like that candy she was just sucking on, but her tongue moves against mine like a sin.
I waste no time.
I skim my hand up her body and cup the side of her face. My fingers disappear into her dark locks to tug her in even closer. At the same time, I flex my hips, and a sweet noise escapes her.
She’s needy, and I’m willing to give her whatever she asks for. Money? It’s hers. My bed? As long as she doesn’t mind sharing. My last name? Let’s make it official.
With one hand keeping her face pressed to mine so I can explore every single inch of her mouth, my other moves against her body so I can memorize every part of her. She’s soft and warm with curves that make my head spin.
I pull away from her rushed kisses for a second. “Let’s go up to my apartment.”
She shakes her head, never taking her eyes off my mouth. “No.”
No?
As if she can taste the confusion on my tongue, she pulls back after kissing me again. Our eyes catch, the dazed look in her eyes making my dick even harder than it was before.
“The shame will catch up to me,” she admits.
“Shame?” I repeat. “You’ll feel shame from this?”
It’s not like she dropped her panties for me the second we met or jumped into my bed after one drunken meeting. In fact, she’s been pretty persistent with keeping her distance when it comes to me.
“Shh.” Reese places a finger against my lips. “Stop talking and kiss me.” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, the dazed look switching to a plea. “Please.”
My muscles tense. Fire flies to my fingertips.
Having her like this and hearing her beg just does something to me. If she wants me to kiss her outside of my apartment complex instead of going upstairs, who am I to deny her?
Nine
REESE
I’m simplyout of control.
This was not how the evening was supposed to go. When I left Charleigh at home with Zoe to go work, I never once dreamed that I’d end the night in my car with Malaki, especially after spending the night dancing against him at the club.
The word “please”involuntarily slips from my mouth, and my entire body heats with embarrassment. Could I sound any more desperate? Why don’t I just stamp the word on my forehead for all to see?
I expect Malaki to hesitate. At the very least, I suspect him to question my desperation, but he does the exact opposite. He grips the back of my head and pushes my face close to his. The hint of Skittles lingers in between us, my tongue likely red from the way I sucked on the candy just a few minutes ago. I close my eyes, and he kisses me again, this time deeper. My back arches with his hands roaming, his tongue moving with finesse, like kissing is an art.
I’m in a daze as his rough calluses rub over my skin and send chills to the surface. My eyes flutter with pleasure as my headtilts to the side. His lips move to my throat where he peppers the delicate area with kisses and nips from his teeth.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers.
