Page 93 of Icebound

I stalk toward her as she leans back on the bed. “Lay down and spread your legs for me. I want to see how wet sucking me off made you.” I kneel on the ground and hook my fingers around her shorts. “Hips up. Now.”

Her lips part. “So demanding.”

“When it comes to you? Yeah, I want it all, even if I can’t have you.”

“You can have all of me tonight.”

She arches her back, and I yank her underwear down to get a perfect view of her legs splayed open and then toss her red panties into outer space for all I care. This girl’s pussy drives me wild.

I press a quick kiss to her inner thigh, then lift my head to grab the hem of her shirt with my teeth. I could use my hands, but my way’s more fun. Biting the fabric, I tug it up over her head until she’s naked beneath me.

We were so rushed last time that I didn’t get to appreciate her, so I take my sweet time absorbing every detail, from the four-leaf clover on her neck to the freckles dotting the bridge of her nose.

“Have I told you I think you’re beautiful?” I climb over her, forcing her to lean back into the sheets with her hair splayed out. “Because you are. You’re beautiful because of the jokes that come out of your mouth and the thoughts in your head. I’m gonna be jealous as hell of whoever you end up with.”

Her eyes turn shiny, and she starts blinking, but then, every emotion on her face seems to shut down, like I said the wrong thing. “Let’s not talk about being with other people tonight.”

“Good call because the idea of you with another man makes me want to fuck you so hard that you’ll never forget what it feels like when I’m inside you.” I grip her throat, gently tightening my hands. Her eyes flare with need. “For tonight, you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine.”

She reaches for my Hugo Boss dress shirt, rips it open, and buttons ping on the walls like rain.

Holy shit.

Her eyes drink in my bare chest, but she doesn’t balk at the scars and cuts. If anything, she looks turned on, and that look alone is enough to stroke a man’s ego. With a smirk, I reach for the bucket of ice on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

Instead of answering, I suck an ice cube into my mouth. Holding it between my lips, I lean down and press it over her peaked nipple while clasping her wrists above her in a tight grip because I could tell she liked that last time.

Her hips buck beneath me, so I take that as a good sign and draw it lower. I put the ice cube right over her swollen clit, letting it melt.

Her skin’s so flushed that it turns into a puddle in seconds. “Look at you. You’re so wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Is this all for me?”

“You look like a fallen angel on a protein-only diet. Who else do you think it’s for? Stop asking stupid questions and put that dirty mouth to work.”

I fight a laugh. This girl. I flick my tongue over her center again, and she writhes beneath me. “How’s that feel?”

Goosebumps pebble her skin. “So good.”

“Just good?” I bite down, just hard enough to hear her moan my name, and damn if that isn’t the best sound in the world. “That’s not good enough for me. I need a better adjective.”

“Fine,” she huffs, pulling on my hair. “I’ll never look at an ice cube the same way again. Happy?”

“No. I’ll be happy when you come all over my face.”

I suck another ice cube between my lips and drag it down her stomach, leaving a wet pathway in its wake. I stop when I reach the spot right over her clit and swirl the ice over it a couple of times. Teasing her. Edging her closer. She whips her head down, fire igniting the gold flecks in her eyes.

“Rhode. Stop teasing me. I came here because I wanted you.”

“Look at you. So needy. I knew you’d only been fucked by boys, not men.”

I place the ice cube right over her sensitive skin, pressing down to add pressure as I circle her with my tongue. She holds the headboard behind her in a vice when I slide two fingers inside her, pumping. She keeps getting wetter and wetter.

She’s deep and warm and so wet. I’m already getting hard again.

The ice cube melts on the mattress as she thrusts against my face. Nina reaches back and tugs the headboard so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she ripped the damn thing off the wall.