Page 29 of Icebound

I have no idea. All I know is she smells too damn good, and it’s been too damn long, but I’m not about to tell her I need her closer because I want to inhale her cinnamon scent. “Making this believable in case they come out. Now, wrap your legs around me. Arms around my neck too. Hold on to me.”

She clenches her legs around my waist, and the motion makes her denim jacket slide down, revealing a star tattoo on her bare shoulder. I don’t fix it.

“Are you really going to dry hump me on the kitchen counter?” she asks. “How’s that going to help? They can’t see us.”

I unbuckle my belt with one hand. “No, I haven’t dry humped since I was fourteen, but we’re pretending. You ready to put on a show for them?”

When she doesn’t respond, I look up. Her eyes are locked on my fingers as I unfasten my belt, and there’s this glint that looks a lot like anticipation in her hazels.

The edge of my lip curls up, and I slow my movements so each one is deliberate. Nina tracks every motion with heat in her eyes. The click of the buckle cuts through the space between us, and I think she stops breathing.

Hell, I think I do too.

“What are you doing there, Tremblay?”

I groan, fumbling my belt. “Please don’t call me by my last name. Makes me feel like you’re my coach or something. It’s Rhode or sex god,” I joke. “You choose, but to answer your question, I’m trying to get their attention, but if you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to be pretending anymore.”

She widens her legs dangling off the counter. “Okay, Rhode. Fake fuck me.”

Damn, hearing her say that makes my cock jump in my jeans, but I do my best to play it off. “I’ll try not to be offended that you didn’t choose ‘sex god.’”

I whip off my belt, gather it in one hand, and then hit it against the counter with enough force to produce a loud smack.

She jumps, clutching her legs around my waist, and my dick gets all kinds of brilliant ideas—ideas that involve her, spread out naked in front of me, with her pussy ready to be devoured.

Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself, Tremblay. You’ll scare her off.

“You like that?” I shout, slapping the counter again with my belt. The headboard banging stops. Good, we have their attention. “Does my girl like it a little rough? I knew you were a wild one.”

Her eyes bulge.

I grimace. So much for scaring her off. “Too much?”

She blinks, but after a moment, a slow grin drags across her lips. “No, actually, I think we can do better. Let me see the belt.”

I tense in surprise, handing over the leather. “You want to take the reins? Go for it. It’s all yours.”

She snatches my belt with a mischievous tilt to her mouth before attempting to snap it against the marble counter, but Nina misjudges the force, and the buckle smacks against my ass with a hard sting.

Fuck me, I want her to do that again.

I lurch forward into her heaving chest. “Damn, you’ve got an arm on you, don’t you?”

She clamps a hand over her mouth. The belt slips from her fingers, and a guilty expression washes over her face as it clatters to the floor. “Shit, sorry. I thought I had to whip it back, but that just whipped it forward. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, all good.” I rub my ass cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

I’m standing so close that when she widens her legs, my dick accidentally hits her center, and goddamn, that feels good.

I wonder what she’d be like in bed. She’s got long nails, so I hope she’d scratch up my back. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone that I forgot why I even started my self-inflicted celibacy.

Her brows shoot up when she feels me hard against her. “I didn’t realize you liked being whipped so much, Rhode.”

Is she flirting? I can’t tell based off her flat mouth, but I’m not passing up an opportunity to flirt back. “This tends to happen when I’ve got a beautiful woman grinding all over me.”

She laughs all bright and airy. Finally. I get a laugh from her. “Beautiful? Aren’t you charming.”

“Just you wait. My mom raised me well.”