Page 65 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
A moment later, I gasped when I felt an ice cube sweep across my shoulder blades.
A hand covered my mouth. “Shhhh. I said quiet.”
My heart started to pound.
He unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. Chills swept down my arms and legs, doubling when I felt the ice cube at the back of my neck. Slowly, he dragged the ice down my spine, over each vertebra, beyond my tailbone and lightly between my buttocks. I shivered.
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.
Reaching between my thighs, he brushed the ice against my tingling folds, slipping the tip of the crescent shape inside me. I whimpered against the hand clamped over my mouth.
Fuck, this is hot.
I couldn’t even believe the cube was still solid—my body was on fire.
“Don’t move.”
He released me, and a few seconds later I heard the clink of an ice cube hitting the bottom of a glass, and then the sounds of him pouring the scotch.
“I want to taste you all the time, Mia. I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day. And you know it. You shouldn’t tease me by telling me you’re not wearing panties when I can’t have my mouth on you.” It was a tone I’d never heard from him before—hot and angry.
I liked it.
He came up behind me again, pressing his lips to the back of one shoulder and dragging them up the arc of my neck. My legs trembled with apprehension, with excitement, with need.
God, I’m so wet.
I didn’t dare say it.
He slid a hand around to my stomach and down between my thighs. I sucked in my breath at the easy glide of his finger inside me, and fought the moan trapped in my throat. But when his other hand stole up to one breast, I couldn’t help the sound of pleasure that escaped my lips.
He pinched my nipple. Hard.
I gasped at the zing of pain, but at the same time, I delighted in his nimble fingers sliding in and out of me, his palm pressing on my clit. I was dying to turn around, shove him down on the bed, tear off his pants, and ride his cock until he begged for mercy.
But I knew he wouldn’t let me.
Instead I moved my hips, rocking against his hand, hoping to get him so worked up he’d have to fuck me.
“You want something from me?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. You have to stay quiet if you want it.” He shoved his fingers deeper into me. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, aching to scream but terrified he wouldn’t give me what I wanted if I did.
“Good.” He took his hands off me, and I nearly wept with frustration. “Now turn around.”
I turned around to see him backing up to the bed, fully dressed, his white shirt glowing in the shadows. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He sat on the side of the bed, picked up his scotch from the table and took a drink. “Here are the rules. You speak only when I tell you to. You only do as I say. Understand?”
My Jimmy Choos teetered as I nodded.
“Good. Come here.”
I stepped out of my dress and stood in front of him, naked but for my skyscraper heels.
“Take your hair down.”
