Page 30 of Icebound

This is moving at light speed, and yeah, back in my twenties, I would’ve already ripped off her panties and shoved my fingers inside her, rubbing her wet clit with the pad of my thumb, but I don’t want Nina to think I expect sex like the rest of the world. I force myself to lean back.

It’s difficult, but I manage.

I gesture to my rock-hard dick. “Just ignore it. It’ll go away in a decade or so.”

Her hazels bounce between mine, and then she sucks in this little breath that’s only for me. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?”

The breathiness in her voice has me moving closer. Does that mean she wants this? I rest my hands on either side, trapping her against the counter.

I drop my eyes to her lips. Her very wet lips. “Careful what you ask for, because I want to see you again, Nina, so this isn’t going to be a one time thing.”

Her eyes pop in surprise, but I don’t have time to beat around the bush. Over the years, I’ve learned it’d best to be direct and tell women exactly what I want. It used to be one night. Now, it’s forever.

Leaning forward, I shoot my shot and press my lips to the star tattoo on her bare shoulder. She snaps her head up, and suddenly, we’re quiet, caught in each other’s gaze.

I take in the details of her face—the freckles scattered across her skin like stars, the specks of gold glinting behind her glasses like a beacon. She digs her nails into my back, pulling me forward until my cock presses against her. Fuck. She feels incredible, and I’m not even inside her.

I brush my nose along her warm cheek because I need to know I’m not the only one feeling something here. “Do you like me grinding against you, Nina?”

She nods.

I grip her chin. Not hard, but firm. “Give me your words.”

She swipes her tongue along her bottom lip. “Yes. It feels good.”

I roll my hips against her, and damn, that feels more than good. Why’d I ever stop dry humping? I circle my groin right over her clit, moving exactly how I would if I were fucking her slowly. I’m so hard it’s painful.

She must like what I’m doing because she starts grinding all over me like she’s trying to give me a lap dance. I’ll be thinking about this moment when I get myself off in the shower, replaying her raspy breaths.

I bet she’d take me so good.

She seems like the type who could give it right back. I’m tempted to lean down and pinch her nipple, bite her neck until I leave a mark, but I want more than sex. I need to slow the hell down no matter how hard she makes me, but it’s difficult to think straight with her fingers digging into my ass.

Part of me is worried I’m coming on too strong because I have a tendency to go all in, but she seems like she’s enjoying this just as much as me, so I roll my hips again, and again, and again until we’re both dry humping like horny goddamn teenagers.

Nina throws her head back, her caramel hair spilling on the counter, and the world blurs like I’m playing a game. Where we are, why we're here—it evaporates.

She steals all my focus.

It's just Nina and the contours of her body. I’m having trouble thinking straight. I don’t know what’s happening, but I want to rip off her jeans and shove my fingers inside her to feel if she’s wet.

I hope she’s drenched.

She squeezes her eyes shut, but when my hips instinctively roll against her again, she moans. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but she proves me wrong when her legs tighten around my waist.

“You like me rubbing my cock all over you?” I whisper in her ear, needing confirmation. “Does that feel good, Nina?”

She jerks me forward by the rim of my jeans, looking as lost in the moment as me, and now, I want to hear whatever noises she makes when she comes. “Yes, please. That feels so good, Rhode. You’re so good at that. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

Holy fuck.

No one’s ever praised me like that before, and now it’s all I can think about.

She’s making these breathy little sounds that aren’t loud, but that’s even sexier because they’re real.

No pretending.

I imagine sliding into her, filling her, stretching her, fucking her hard, then slow. Dammit. I’m at risk of coming in my pants, which would be a travesty for a grown man, but the way Nina’s moving all over me has me close.