Page 76 of Cold As Ice

The second her warm, slim fingers closed around my length, a moan rumbled deep in my chest.

“Fuck,” I hissed as she pumped me lazily, swirling her thumb across the slit on the upstroke.

“You’re so hard,” Madison preened, kissing me harder.

“Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”

“Why don’t you find out.”

Game fucking on.

I backed her up until she was trapped between my body and the kitchen counter. Madison blinked at me, her lust-drunk eyes blown wide, her lips forming a perfectOas I raked my gaze down her body. Her hand didn’t stop working me, but she wasn’t in control right now.

I was.

And I planned on making her scream.

“That’s enough.” I gently removed her hand from inside my jeans and took a step back. She pouted, her eyes heavy-lidded as she stared at me.

“Strip for me.”

“W-what?” She gulped, the column of her throat bobbing at my demand.

“You heard me.” I smirked, dragging my thumb over my bottom lip. “Strip for me.”

“Austin, I don’t…”

I closed the distance between us. “I watched you tonight, watching the girls up on stage.”

“I didn’t…” Madison’s eyes grew wide. “That’s not—”

“Do you know what I was thinking?”

“What?”

“I was thinking, I wish you were up there, dancing for me. Stripping… for me.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes away from me. “I’m not going to strip for you.”

Refusing to let it go, I dug my cell out of my pocket and opened the music app, selecting a slow song with a sexy beat.

Madison’s breath caught, her eyes snagging on mine again. “Austin…”

I saw the spark there, the slight flush to her skin. She wanted to do it. She wanted to strip for me.

“Nobody is watching but me,” I encouraged, “and Madi, I really fucking like what I see.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she pushed off the counter a little, letting her hands slide down her stomach. She began swaying her hips, slowly at first, hesitation shining in her eyes.

“Take it off,” I urged, desperate to see all of her.

I half-expected her to stop, but she didn’t. Instead, she surprised the fuck out of me by peeling her t-shirt off her body with a sexy as fuck little flick of her hair.

Jesus.

My body hummed with anticipation, my dick was hard and aching. I was desperate to get my hands on her. Desperate to explore every inch of her with my hands and mouth and tongue. But the anticipation was addictive. Like a wildfire racing through my veins.

I mirrored her actions, pulling off my own hoodie and t-shirt, discarding it somewhere behind me.

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