Page 37 of Cold As Ice

“A while,” I said, refusing to give him a number. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin things.” I started shoving him away, shame burning my cheeks. “Maybe we should—”

He circled his hips, and a moan slipped out of me. “I’m not done with you, pretty girl.”

“Y-you’re not?”

Something glinted in his eyes, sending a shiver through me.

“Not a fucking chance.”

CHAPTER7

AUSTIN

Fuck.

Madison felt goddamn perfect beneath me, staring up at me with wide eyes full of emotion and surprise as her pussy fluttered around my dick, the aftermath of her orgasm lingering.

She’d said it had been a while, but there was something about her mid-sex ramble that made me wonder exactly how long we were talking.

She wasn’t a virgin. But she had been clear that this wouldn’t happen.

A smug sense of satisfaction swelled in my chest. Not because I’d gotten across her line, but because I was so fucking thankful I’d gotten to experience her like this.

She felt incredible. Soft and feminine under my hands, her thighs cradled mine like we were two pieces made to fit.

It didn’t make any fucking sense to me. All these new and unfamiliar feelings racing through me as I fucked into her, chasing my own release.

But at that moment, I didn’t care.

I’d had a shitty couple of weeks, wallowing in the house all alone, while my sister was shacked up with Noah and our friends, celebrating all the good in their lives.

When Madison had finally texted me to say she had some spare time, I’d been like a junkie craving their next hit. Not my finest moment, but worth it.

She felt too good.

So fucking good that I already knew once wasn’t going to be enough.

That was a first for me. I’d casually hooked up with Fallon because it was easy. But with Madison, it was somehow different.

More.

Something I refused to look too closely at.

“Austin,” she mewled, dragging her fingertips down my back as our bodies found the perfect rhythm.

“Shit, Madi. You feel perfect. So fucking good.”

“I think I’m going to come again.”

Male pride spiked through me. I wanted her to come again and again. I wanted her desperation and breathless and wrecked all because of me.

I was good at hockey… and I was good at this.

Pulling one of her arms from around my neck, I threaded our fingers together, pressing them into the pillow beside her head as I thrust into her. Over and over.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Yes… yes… Ah.” She came again, her inner walls rippling around me, milking me.

It was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came hard, spilling into the condom.

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