Page 105 of The Floral Arrangement

“Well, it’s not exactly a word that would come up by accident. If you don’t like it, we could usequarkinstead, butmoois easier to say.”

“Okay, fine. Let’s stick with moo.” Roz shook her head, chuckling. “Now, where were we?” Her voice dropped low. Roz scooted closer to me, cupping my jaw in her hand and running her thumb across my lips. My stomach fluttered.

Roz dropped her gaze to the top of my dress and began to slowly undo the buttons.

She bit her lip, her blond hair flopping over her forehead as she stared at my chest with intense concentration. “Goddamn buttons. I want to rip this damn thing off you, but I also don’t want to ruin it. You look gorgeous in it.”

I smiled. “I can just pull it over my head if you want. That might be easier—unless you really want to work for it.”

Roz chuckled. “Please, go ahead. At the rate I’m going, all the ice will have melted by the time it’s off.”

I tugged the dress up and over my head, Roz pulling off her pants at the same time and then peeling off her black t-shirt.

“Much better,” Roz murmured as she reached around and unclipped my bra. She then pulled her own over her head. “Since I made the arch for you, I think it’s only fair you get to enjoy it first.”

She gently pushed me down onto the soft bed and then clambered on top of me, straddling my hips and leaning down.

My breath caught as I drank in the vision above me. It was too much. Roz, eyes smoldering, dahlias and ferns providing a stunning backdrop, her small breasts tantalizingly close to me. I licked my lower lip and reached out a hand to cup her breast.

“Now, do you want fire, ice—with or without the toy—or just me?” she murmured, her breath soft against my face.

I bit my lip. “Ice and the toy, I think—and you, of course.”

Roz leaned to the side, plucked an ice cube from the bucket, and slowly licked it while holding my gaze. A thrill shot to my core, sending it throbbing with desire.

She lowered her mouth to my breast, teasing my nipple with her cool tongue. My core clenched, my nipple hardening. “Mmm. That feels good.”

Roz raised her head, picked up the ice cube and circled it around my nipples and then both of my breasts, leaving a trail of cool water and goosebumps in its wake. A delicious shiver spread over my chest, my breasts tightening. She looked at me, her gaze heavy. “Is this too much?”

“No. I like it.”

“Excellent.” She lowered herself down so she was inches from me, her hair flopping on my forehead. “Now, close your eyes.” Her voice was commanding.

“But I want to see you!” I protested.

“I know. But there will be plenty of time for that later.”

I let my eyelids fall. Roz and the flowers disappeared, replaced with darkness. Her body shifted against mine.What was she up to?I waited, anticipation building.

An ice-cold sensation hit my neck, slowly gliding down my collar bone and over my breasts. Soft warmth followed, trailing behind the ice.Her mouth, lapping up the cool water left by the ice.The contrast between cold and warm sent my nerve endings tingling. Roz continued, ice followed by the heat of her mouth slowly making its way down my body to the sensitive skin of my stomach. Desire pulsed through me, getting stronger with every stroke of the ice cube and caress of Roz’s mouth.

“That feels amazing,” I murmured, reaching out a hand until it came in contact with Roz’s hair. I gripped it tight.

Roz groaned into my body, her mouth gently vibrating on my stomach.

The ice skimmed lower, tracing around my hip bone and down my inner thigh. My body buzzed, the throbbing in my clit almost unbearable. I eased my legs wider as the cold and warm sensations swirled around my inner thigh and pubic bone, through my curls, dipping close to my outer lips and then away again.

I moaned, fisting Roz’s hair tighter, my hips squirming. Roz kept going, teasing me, and then the ice vanished. I stopped breathing.What’s next?

A cool, wet sensation pressed against my entrance, sending another ripple of desire through me and I exhaled. It slowly moved up to my clit, swirling around, and then back again.Roz’s tongue. She must have ice in her mouth.She continued to work up and down, every so often opening her mouth so that a swipe of ice grazed my skin.

I began to writhe under her, the pressure building in my core. She stopped again, her body pressing against my thigh for a moment. And then her tongue, cooler than ever, circled my clit and a hard, icy object pressed against my entrance.

I bit my lip. The glass toy.

“Is that okay?” Roz murmured, her voice slightly muffled.

I groaned. “God, yes.”

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