Page 10 of Cold As Ice

“Come here.” Curving his arm around my waist, Austin pulled me closer. He gazed down at me, and my heart went crazy in my chest. “There’s something about you…”

He kissed me again. Laying siege to my mouth as his hand ran over my skin. His fingers moved lower, teasing the waistband of my jeans. Deftly, he popped the button and gently eased down the zipper.

And I let him.

A little foreplay wouldn’t hurt. So long as I kept a level head and didn’t end up under him.

No sex.I repeated those two little words over and over in my head, but it became increasingly difficult to focus as he stroked me through my damp panties.

“More,” I breathed, giving him permission.

A faint smile traced his mouth; then he was kissing me again. Devouring me with his teeth and tongue as he hooked my underwear to the side and pressed two fingers inside me.

It felt so good. The slow curl of his fingers, stretching me, and the way his thumb played my clit in small precise circles.

“Oh God,” I cried, so deliciously overwhelmed at the feel of him there. “Don’t stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it.” He chuckled, finding a rhythm that made my legs quiver and shake.

My gaze flicked over his shoulder to the door. Fawn could come back at any moment. Maybe I should—

“Ah.” Air punched from my lungs as Austin upped the pace, and I tumbled headfirst into a riot of sensations.

“You going to come for me, pretty girl?” he rasped in my ear before grazing my lobe with his teeth.

“I’m close,” I murmured, clutching onto his arm, pressing my face into his shoulder.

He was so freaking good at this. Or maybe it had just been that long I’d forgotten how it was supposed to feel.

Nope.

Pretty sure Austin Hart knew his way around the female body.

I shut down those thoughts, though. Thinking about him with other girls while he had his fingers inside me was definitely enough to ruin the mood.

And I was too close to lose it now, burning from the inside out.

My hips rocked against his hand, searching for more friction. More everything.

“Mmm, needy little thing, aren’t you?” Austin cupped my face and kissed me hard, invading all my senses.

“Yes…Yes.”

His thumb pressed down on my clit, and pleasure splintered through me.

Holy shit.

It was intense, standing here, in my friend’s apartment, with a stranger’s hands all over me.

Except, Austin didn’t feel like a stranger.

I shook off the strange thought and inhaled a steady breath. “That was… Thank you.”

“You know, you could show me how grateful you are.” He smirked, and despite coming only seconds ago, it did something to me. Tightening and twisting some part deep inside me that made me grow a little lightheaded.

“Maybe I will,” I sassed, dropping my heavy-lidded gaze to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

“No pressure,” he added, but I sank to my knees, returning his smirk.

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