Page 20 of Cold As Ice

“I really wish Fawn wasn’t home right now,” I murmured, desire pulsing through me.

“Too bad.”

A beat passed, the air thick and heavy as the air stretched taut between us.

Then snapped.

We crashed together, all lips and hands, grabbing and touching. His kiss consumed me, made me feel alive and like me again.

The mebefore.

Beautiful and confident and worthy.

If nothing more ever came of this moment, I would forever be grateful to Austin for giving me back a piece of myself.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he rasped between kisses trailing his mouth up and down my throat.

It didn’t matter that we were in some dark alley, hidden in the shadows like a dirty secret. Or that we’d both laid out our intentions for this to be nothing more than a bit of fun.

“All I can think about is making you come again.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”

Austin didn’t wait. He found the waistband of my thick leggings and pushed his hand inside.

“We should—”

“Shh. I got you.” He licked the seam of my mouth, angling his body so that anyone looking down the alley would see his back and not me, arching into his touch.

His fingers found their target, and he thrust two inside me.

“Austin,” I gasped, pressing my lips together and trapping the moan building in my throat as he curled them deep.

His thumb passed over my clit, again and again, and I clutched his arm, my head falling back against the cold brick wall. I’d never done anything like this. Not in public. Not with a guy I barely knew.

But there was beauty in that, in living and embracing the moment in taking something for me and only me.

When you had the kind of responsibilities I had, when you carried the type of weight on your shoulders I did, it was hard to let go.

But Austin did that.

He made me soar.

“God, it feels so good,” I murmured, my fingers drifting to the hair at the back of his neck. His dark, hooded eyes found mine, and I smiled. “Kiss me.”

He did. Hard and bruising as if he couldn’t get enough.

And when I came, trembling against him, he held me tight and dropped a kiss on my head, and for a second, I imagined that this wasn’t temporary. That maybe he could be the guy I leaned on.

But he didn’t know everything about me, and if I told him…

No.

I couldn’t trust him with that.

“We should probably go,” I said as soon as the feeling had returned to my legs. He gave me an indecipherable nod, but I felt the wall go up between us.

Did he feel it, too? The inexplicable connection between us? The connection neither of us would acknowledge, let alone act on.

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