Page 28 of Icebound

Nina throws a glare at the bedroom door. “Okay, fine. I’ll go to the event with you. What do we do now?”

I’m tempted to kiss those pretty lips of hers, but I don’t want to come off like an eager teenager about to get his first blow job, so instead, I turn over her hand, stroking the lines on her inner palm.

She shivers, so I take that as a good sign. “Let’s start with limits. Is there anything you don’t want me doing?”

She bites her bottom lip, and I zone in on the little indent her teeth leave. It feels stifling as hell in this kitchen all of a sudden.

“I don’t know, don’t suck my toes?” she says.

I snort, tugging at the collar of my sweatshirt, but I make sure to keep my other hand in hers. “That’s random, and now I’m wondering if there’s a story there, but alright. No toe-sucking.”

“Good. Is there anything you don’t want me doing?” she asks. “Anything off limits?”

I stiffen, surprised by the question. Most people don’t ask about my boundaries. The League demands everything, so boundaries are nonexistent.

I flash her my best playful grin, wanting to throw her off since her flat expression is giving nothing away. “You can do anything you want to me.”

“Including sucking your toes?” she deadpans.

Damn, what’s it going to take to make this woman smile? Maybe I need to try a different tactic. I flick my eyes over her sexy little body. Well, she’s not little, but I’m big. If we’re going to be faking, I might as well set the mood.

I lower my voice like I’m about to whisper dirty things in her ear. “You can suck anything you want, Nina.”

Her lips part.

Finally. A reaction.

“Yeah, right there, baby,” the guy yells again.

Her mouth snaps shut, but then she straightens in that same resilient way Patty does right before he goes in for a blistering slap shot.

She digs her fingers into the rim of my jeans and pulls me against her soft body. “Okay, let’s do this.”

My brows flick up in shock, but the way she takes control is hot as hell. I’m already half-hard. “Alright, then. Let’s go.”

She lifts her chin like she’s trying to reach my height, but all that does is bring her mouth closer to mine.

“I only have one rule,” she says like a challenge. “Don’t kiss me.”

“Why not?” I grip her hips, pulling her closer. “That’s the best part.”

Her breath hitches, but she strokes her hand down my arm, making heat prickle in my groin. “Because this doesn’t mean anything, and kissing means something to me.”

I’ve slept with a lot of women, but I haven’t kissed many, and I miss that intimacy. But if that’s what Nina wants, that’s what she gets.

No kissing.

I reach out to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her pierced ears. What I’m about to whisper is risky, but I want to knock her off balance like she’s done to me, so I’ll take my chances.

“Alright, no kissing, but let’s get one thing straight. When I kiss you, notice I said when, it’s not going to be because we’re trying to make someone jealous. It’ll be because you’re desperate to feel my lips on yours, and trust me, you will be.”

Her mouth hitches up, and that look’s enough to bring a man to his knees. “I’ve never been desperate for a boy.”

“Then you’ve never fucked a man.”

In a swift move, I take control and grip the back of her knees, lifting her easily on the marble counter thanks to decades of gym sessions.

She gasps. “What are you doing?”