Page 74 of Icebound

His filthy demands sink into every crevice of my body, making it pulse with each wicked word. Everyone handles me with extra care, but not Rhode.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, relishing in the soft strands. “Okay, but I have one condition.”

A corner of his mouth lifts, revealing that one taunting dimple I’m tempted to flick my tongue against. “What’s that?”

I reach into my purse, pull out a condom I shoved in there, and flick it between my fingers like a coin. “You better be screaming my name too.”

He plucks the wrapper from my hands. “I have a feeling I’ll forget all other words besides your name once I’m inside you.”

He shudders out a breath, and then his hands move up my waist, fisting the jersey like he’s trying not to yank it off my body. With a swift motion, he raises the hem, lifts it over my head, and tosses it onto the vinyl flooring.

I stand there in black leggings, my bare breasts exposed, and suddenly, I feel like more than my body is being laid bare. His gaze sweeps over my chest, fixating on the glint of my nipple piercing in the moonlight.

He squeezes his eyes shut like I’m the one making him suffer, but then, they fly open. The blue in his gaze burns like a searing flame about to consume us both.

Rhode bends down and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth before gently tugging on my piercing so a hint of pain mixes with the pleasure. He releases a low, sexy groan, then flicks the metal.

Every swipe makes my body pulse until he releases me with a wet pop. “I’ve thought about this piercing so much, I could probably cross-stitch your tits from imagination.”

“Let’s be honest, no, you couldn’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says before drawing the moisture around my sensitive skin with the rough pad of his thumb. “There’s no recreating you.”

Something swells in my chest, but I can’t tell whether it’s anticipation or another emotion. It’s making it hard to breathe. I moan when his teeth graze my skin, and whatever sound I make seems to detonate something inside Rhode.

In an instant, he starts fumbling with his belt. The click of the buckle cracks through the silence, and then he throws it across the office. It lands somewhere with a loud clang. The sight of his hard erection jutting out in his pants sends a rush of desire through me. I reach out, aching to touch him, but he captures my hand, stopping me.

“Not yet,” he breathes out in a gravelly voice. “I’m a man, not a god. I can only handle so much when it comes to you, and right now, I need to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

His voice is velvet-laced with temptation, like how I imagine Satan greets someone through the fiery gates of hell.

With a smooth pull, he lifts me by my hips, sets me on the desk, and slides my leggings down. His lips part as he stares at my open legs with my pussy exposed to him.

The longer he looks, staying silent, the more nerves fester inside me. His unreadable expression casts a shadow of uncertainty over my racing thoughts.

I snap my thighs closed.

He yanks them back open. “Don’t you dare go shy on me when your pussy’s the prettiest fucking sight I’ve seen. Why’d you do that?”

Blood rushes to my face. “I know you’ve um, been with a lot of people, and it’s fine. You can’t control your past…”

He presses his lips to my inner thigh. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now, Nina.”

A gentle warmth radiates through my body, dousing some of my nerves. “I want you too, but I have a hard time um, coming that way, so you don’t have to do that. It takes a while because it’s hard for me to relax sometimes. I get in my own head.”

He gives me the most lazy, arrogant smirk I’ve ever seen on a man, but something about seeing that dimple puts me at ease. “I don’t care if it takes five minutes or five years to make you come on my tongue because every second I get to spend with my head buried between your thighs is pure fucking bliss.”

Well, that’ll make a girl feel better.

Slowly, he flicks his tongue out and, in one fluid motion, licks all the way up my slit. The warmth from his mouth has my head falling back. Rhode moans against my clit like he’s enjoying this just as much as me, and for the first time, I let myself relax.

He slips a finger inside me, and my body responds on instinct. I arch my back, seeking more.

I want him deeper.

All of him.

The cool hardness of the desk is a pleasant contrast to the way his fingers draw deliberate, slippery circles around my clit, and I focus all my attention on that motion, letting myself feel the rough pad of his tongue as a simmering ache builds inside my core. A raw moan scrapes through my throat.