Page 182 of Cold As Ice

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. ’Specially Connor Morgans.”

“Is that so, huh? Well, they all like you too, princess. In fact, I think Rory and Harper would like to spend some special time with you later.”

“They would?” Her eyes lit up, but Austin was looking at me.

“Yeah, would that be okay?”

“Hells yeah,” she shrieked so loud everyone stopped dead, staring at her. “Why dids everyone goes quiet?”

Everyone laughed and she frowned at me.

“Never change, my sweet girl.” I ran a hand over her soft curls and laid my head on Austin’s shoulder.

This was all I needed.

My beautiful strong-willed daughter and the man who had brought me back to life again.

* * *

“Oh God, God,” I whimpered, my fingers twisted in the sheets as Austin speared his tongue inside me, his thumb rolling tight little circles over my clit.

“Come for me, Madi. Come all over my face.”

Jesus.

The tightly wound coil inside me snapped and I went soaring. My legs trembled around Austin’s head as he licked me through the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

“Stop, stop.” I yanked his hair, trying to pull him up my body.

I wanted to kiss him. To feel his weight pressed down on me.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you come.” He crawled up my body, hovering over me. “I love the little sounds you make, the way you whimper my name. How good your pussy tastes on my tongue.”

“Austin!” I went to swat his chest, but he caught my wrist, pinning my arm to the bed.

“We still have twenty-five minutes until they’re back.”

“We should probably use them wisely then,” I sassed, lifting my hips a little to try and nudge him to where I wanted him most.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He leaned down, nipping at my jaw.

“Stop teasing and fuck me.”

“And what about if I don’t want to fuck you?” He dropped his weight over me, pinning me to the bed. “What if I want to make love to you? To bury myself so fucking deep in you I don’t know where I end and you begin?”

“Jesus,” I breathed, every nerve ending in my body on fire.

Austin didn’t take his eyes off me as he slipped his hand between us and worked himself to my entrance, pushing in so slowly I felt him everywhere. “Fuck, you feel…”

“I know, don’t stop.” A violent shudder ripped through me at the intensity of this position. We were so close it felt incredible.

“I’m going to come again,” I cried, completely overwhelmed at the sensations he was wreaking on my body.

Austin didn’t fuck me.

He worshipped me. Whispered words of love onto my skin as he rocked his body against mine. Slow and deep, hitting that magical spot inside me that made me soar.

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