Page 93 of Cold As Ice

I’d been so cold. So lonely. So starved of attention that I forgot what it felt like tofeel.

But there was another feeling buried underneath it all. A kernel of hope. A little seed of yearning.

A little voice whispering to me that this, what we had here and now, wasn’t enough.

“Kiss me,” I said, hoping to erase the dangerous thought.

Becausemorewasn’t an option.

I wasn’t ready to bring a guy into Imogen’s life. Especially a college guy I knew had no intentions of sticking around once he grew bored of our little arrangement.

Austin finished his drink and placed the glass down before moving toward me. He took his time, letting his eyes rake over every inch of my body.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand slipped into the back of my hair so he could curl his fingers around my neck.

“You’re pretty nice to look at, too.”

His mouth twitched. “I’m glad you think so.”

Our mutual laughter was drowned out by teasing kisses and desperate sighs.

Austin mapped my body with his hands, exploring every curve and swell, letting his fingers linger at the waistband of my skintight work pants.

“Your ass looks phenomenal in these.” He gave it a greedy squeeze.

“I really need to shower,” I pointed out.

“Good plan. I am a little dirty.” Austin lifted me into his arms and carried me down the hall to my bathroom.

He wasted no time stripping the clothes from my body, taking his time to touch and caress every inch of my skin before shoving me into the shower while he got out of his own.

He didn’t join me straight away, though.

Instead, he watched me through the glass as I stood under the spray and slowly worked my hair free. Grabbing my loofah, I added a little soap and began trailing it over my body. His eyes flared, tracking my movements, his long, thick, and utterly perfect dick standing to full attention.

He was so gorgeous, standing there like a sculpted Adonis, that I should have felt a pinch of inferiority. I felt nothing but beautiful and confident, though, as his heated gaze drank me in.

So confident that I crooked my finger at him and backed up against the tiles.

Austin came at me with fervor, but before he could reach me, I dropped to my knees and gazed up at him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, sliding his fingers deep into my hair. His back protected me from the shower spray, making it easier for me to lean forward and flick my tongue out to taste him. I curled my fingers around his shaft and guided him deeper into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Austin’s hand went to the tiles above my head as I alternated between my mouth and hand to make him feel good.

“Hollow your cheeks, babe,” his gruff command rumbled through me, making my body sing. “Take me as far as you can.”

God, his dirty commands did something to me. They unlocked a part of me that I thought had died a long time ago.

But she was stirring back to life, completely addicted to the way she felt in his presence.

I sucked him deeper, loving his salty taste, the velvety smooth slide of him as I swallowed to the back of my throat.

“Shit, pretty girl.” Austin rubbed his thumb over my jaw. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

A whimper worked its way up my throat, and the vibrations made him buck against me.

“Fuck, fuck, Madi. You’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come.”

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