Page 72 of Thin Ice

A shiver runs down my spine at the dirty promise in that single word.

“Or?” I breathe.

He pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet, a wicked glint in his gaze. “Or we go find Beck, and I’ll sit back and watch while he fucks you exactly how you need it.”

I pull Noah by the hair until I’m looking into his eyes. His pupils are blown, and his chest is heaving like mine.

“You’d want that?”

“With Beck, yes. Phil or Josie?” He grins. “No.”

“You’re serious?”

“Do you want me to dare you? Because I will if that’s what you need.”

I shake my head. “No, I want you to tell me that’s what you want, too.”

“I want what you want, Sunshine. This is about your pleasure, and I want to please you.”

“What about you?”

He takes my hand and drags it down his chest until it is over the tent in his shorts. “Pleasing you pleases me. I’m sorry I haven’t made that clear before. That’s why it hurt so much that you were faking it with me.”

“Like I said, I didn’t want—”

“—to upset me,” he finishes. “Please, don’t do that anymore. I want you to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

His cock twitches under my hand, and I bite my lip.

“Make me please you.”

He traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his nose.

“I’ll be a very good and willing student.”

I tremble.

“And if I can be perfect at anything, let it be making you come”—he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth harder than before—“no matter how you get there.”

My body vibrates with want, and while I desire both things he’s offering, I need my husband.

I need to come.

I push against his chest until he falls backward onto the bed. I straddle him, unclipping my bra so my breasts fall free against my ribs, nipples tight with want. His eyes widen, like he didn’t expect me to choose him, which makes me only want to show him that I’ll always choose him.

I lay my hands by his shoulders, leaning forward so my nipples brush against his chest, and grind my pussy over his cock. He moans, his hands finding my waist.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

I lean back so he can take one of my breasts in his palm. He squeezes it and groans. “You need to be on top more often.”

He thrusts his hips upward while strumming my nipple, and I dig my nails into his shoulders until he gasps. It’s a reminder that I’ve learned he likes pain, something I should have known before but am glad I do now.

I shift as I kiss down his body, licking freckles and lines of his muscles as I go. When I reach the top of his shorts, I smirk up at him devilishly. His head is back against the mountain of decor pillows, eyes hooded as he watches me unbutton the waistband.

“I’m supposed to be pleasing you,” he notes.

“You are. You know I’ve always loved playing with your cock.”