Page 9 of Cold As Ice

Another one of those gorgeous smirks tugged at his mouth as his hands found the loose material of my blouse, pulling it out of my jeans. His fingers dipped underneath, sliding up my stomach, making my breath hitch. I almost pulled away, a stab of self-consciousness going through me.

It had been so long…

But Austin didn’t stop there, going higher and higher until he cupped my breast, toying with my nipple through the thin lace, and all the doubts evaporated out of my mind.

“God, that feels good,” I rasped, everything tightening inside me.

He chuckled, nuzzling my shoulder. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Like I said, it’s been a while.”

He pulled back, his brows pulled into a deep frown. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” The expression on his face was so serious I smothered a laugh.

“No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He got back to kissing and licking his way along my collarbone.

“Good to know where you stand on the whole virgin thing tho— Ah,” I cried when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Feel good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Let’s get you out of this.” Austin had my blouse unbuttoned and off my shoulders before I could think about how far I was willing to let this go.

Sex was off the table. But I didn’t want to stop yet. I wanted… God, I never wanted to stop.

“You, too,” I said. “I want to see you, too.”

Austin flashed me a smug grin as he pulled off his ball cap and stepped back to tug off his hoodie and t-shirt in one.

His body was utter perfection. Inches upon inches of smooth skin stretched taut over packed muscle, all hard lines and cut angles. I’d clearly not been paying enough attention where hockey was concerned because holy hotness.

“Jesus,” I murmured, my throat a little dry.

They didn’t make guys who looked like this where I came from. He was so fucking gorgeous.

“I like you looking at me like that,” he drawled, and I snapped out of my trance.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me all up.”

Another bolt of lust went through me as I pressed my thighs together.

“You want to move this to the bedroom?” he asked.

Yes, would have been the right answer. Fawn could return at any moment. But if I took him to the guest room, I didn’t trust myself not to jump his bones.

And sex wasn’t in the cards.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I drowned in abs and biceps and that sexy deep-cut V running down either side of his hips.

“You have a little drool.” His laughter made my heart flutter.

“I do not.” I scowled, trying to regain the upper hand. But it was impossible.

I was starved, and he was a delicious snack laid out on the all-you-could-eat buffet.

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