Page 125 of Icebound

She shrugs. “Fine, don’t kiss me, but I want to have sex, and you’re here.”

Alright, that really pisses me off.

“Nina,” I warn. “I’m not having sex with you just because I’m here. Get in bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Or we could not talk now.” She cups her breasts, circling her nipples, but I lock my gaze on her face. “In fact, I could think of a lot of things we could do that don’t involve talking.”

Crossing my arms, I lean against her door frame. “Me too. Like sleeping.”

“What?” She lifts her chin. “Are you worried I can’t handle this? Because trust me, I can handle you, Rhode.”

“I know you can.” I let my eyes drop to her perfect tits. “You take me so good.”

Her lips part at that, but she stares me down with fire in her eyes. I’m not worried about getting burned by her because I’d gladly walk into the flames for this woman. I can’t tell if she’s trying to prove a point or if something else is going on in her head, but either way, nothing’s happening because I’m here.

“I’m not touching you tonight, Nina. Don’t push me on this. I’m not letting you treat me like any other man when I know this means more to both of us.”

The fire in her eyes extinguishes a bit, but her jaw grits. “Okay, fine.”

“Good girl. Now, get in bed.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m tempted to call you a good girl for the rest of my life just so you’ll keep snapping at me like that.”

We hold each other’s gazes in a standoff, but then, a look of determination crosses her face. My brows come together.

What’s she thinking?

She stumbles to her nightstand, yanks open the drawer, and pulls out a goddamn vibrator. Heat races to my groin.

No. She won’t do it.

“Nina,” I say in my most commanding voice. “Don’t. Not like this.”

“What? I’m getting in bed,” she says, innocently. “Stay or leave. I don’t care.”

The little devil.

I love her so much.

She flicks her golden hair over her shoulder, yanks down her panties, and spreads her legs out on the bed, showcasing herself like she’s on display in a museum built only for me. I gulp down the dryness in my throat.

This girl’s going to kill me.

She turns on the vibrator, letting the soft hum fill the room, and places it right over her clit.

I actually fall to my knees. “Fuck, you’re going to make me pass out from watching you play with yourself, aren’t you?”

“Well, you’re not playing with me, so that’s your fault.”

She throws her head back into the pillows and starts moaning loudly. Her tits bounce with the movement, and it’s the best sound in the world, but then she gets louder.

Really loud.

A little obnoxious, if I’m honest. My eyes turn to slits when I realize that she’s putting on a show for me.

It’s laughable that she thinks I can’t tell the difference between her fake noises and real ones. I know exactly what she sounds like when she comes because I’ve been replaying those sounds in my head right alongside her laughter.