Page 61 of Ice
“I’m not leaving you, Ice. I’m leaving town. I’m ruined here. Don’t you see that? I’ll never get a job in this town again, but if I go back to London, maybe, just maybe, I can escape the stigma of being the drunk, rule-violating loser I am here.”
I grabbed her and shoved her onto her sofa, making her sit down before her fucking legs shook anymore.
“Start at the beginning. Actually, fuck that. Just tell me this; why can’t you really stay?”
She was staring at me, her eyes trailing back and forth, up and down, like she was memorising my fucking features.
“I don’t want to go, Ice, but I can’t work here, and I can’t afford to stay if I’m not working. I have no ties here. Nobody I can turn to. I can’t afford my lease on the house. I’ll lose everything.”
“No ties? Nobody to turn to?” Wow, wasn’t that a kick in the nads, just when I thought she wanted me. She grabbed my hand before I could get up.
“Ice, I don’t mean it like that, but… I’m not even allowed to see you, or be near your clubhouse, and I’m going to lose my house. I have no choice but to go home to my family.”
“Fuck that. Reacher’s aware that he was out of order. He can’t ban you, and he’s a fucking hypocrite for even trying.”
She was chewing her damn lip, and it just made me harder. Being around her was agony, because I wanted her so fucking badly, but I was scared. I was scared that if we tried, I’d fuck it up again.
“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna fucking drag you into my lap, so I can do it for you.”
She blinked at me. “Doing what?” I reached out, and stroked my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Needs my lips on it, don’t you think?” She was nodding, even as she suddenly covered her face.
“Oh god, Ice, this isn’t right. I’m bad for you. I caused you harm. You shouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.”
I grabbed her hand, and stuck it on my hard dick.
“I don’t want to be near you, I want to be in you. I want us to be so fucking close that we’re breathing each other’s air, and I want to be so deep inside you that you won’t find it so fucking easy to write us off like this.”
Her breath gushed out, but I noticed that she didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she stroked me lightly through my jeans. Fucking hell. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“Get in my fucking lap, doc. I need you rocking back and forth on my dick.”
Her cheeks reddened, and she pulled her hand back.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Yes, you fucking should. Come here.” I took that floating hand she’d removed from my dick, and pulled on it until she helped me, moving onto my lap and straddling my legs, puttingthat pussy of hers right where I wanted it, even if there were way too many fucking clothes in the way. I frowned at the clothes.
“Thisis your casual wear?”
Her eyes closed as she wriggled in my lap.
“Is that what’s important right now, Ice?”
I slid my hand into her hair, releasing whatever the fuck was tied into it, making it one of those too-tidy buns. After finding a few stabby pins, I cursed.
“The fuck? How many of these bastards are in here?”
She giggled, reaching up to remove the two I’d missed, and released her hair, looping a hair band over her wrist.
“Better?”
I ran my fingers through the thick, soft strands.
“You gotta stop hiding all this gorgeous hair, babe. You gotta relax, stop… uh…”
“Dressing so prissy? You know that’s what you want to say. It’s all I have, Ice. I’ve always dressed this way.”
