Page 41 of Ice Cold Heart
“I could be convinced,” she breathed.
I took a chance and stroked the bare skin at her hip where her top had ridden up. “Pretty sure you still owe me a kiss.”
“How so?” She tilted her head to the side, and I sucked lightly on the spot just under her ear.
“I kissed you earlier.” A tiny pull from my arm around her was all it took to coax her into straddling my lap. “Technically, it could be argued you haven’t given me my payment for your interview.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, tossing the book onto the bed next to her. “I could see how someone would see it that way. I’d hate to leave you feeling deprived of what you’re due.”
I smiled slowly, sensing a win. “I’m definitely feeling deprived.”
She curled her hand behind my neck, leaning closer. “Maybe one more, just to be sure the debt is paid.”
None of the hesitancy or trepidation this time, only heat and demand and her mouth on mine. I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her down until she moaned at the connection. We’d been teasing and touching for hours, and I didn’t think my dick could get any harder. I deepened the kiss and lifted off the bed, pressing into her.
Avery’s nails dug into my neck as she cocked her hips, searching for the right angle to relieve the pressure. When her jeans got in the way, she whimpered. I swallowed the sound, desperate for more, and gripped her hair to force her face up so I could kiss my way down her throat.
The low, rounded collar of her shirt gave me access to the upper swell of her breasts, so I swiped my tongue along the edge and pulled on the material at her waist. Avery arched into me with a restless wiggle of her hips, and I repeated the maneuver, lower, lower, almost to her nipple.
She panted above me, lifting herself enough with my hold on her shirt to bare the lacy edge of her bra.
“Cole,” she pleaded, and I’d never loved the sound of my name so much.
With a low chuckle, I pushed the cup out of the way and swirled my tongue around her nipple. She writhed on my cock as I flicked and sucked, enjoying every fucking second of Avery coming undone.
I switched sides, loving how she responded to me, but she needed more. Hell, I needed more. I tore her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and planted my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I thrust upward. She rewarded me with a broken whimper.
“Lose the jeans,” I grunted, teetering on the edge of my own control. “I want to touch you.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
I unbuttoned her pants, then forced myself to slow down. Avery was used to selfish lovers, so I’d make damn sure tonight was only about her. I caught her hand where it rested on my chest and brought her with me as I stroked down her stomach. She gave a tiny tug, trying to pull back, but I didn’t let go.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered against her ear. “Show me how to make you feel good.”
She hesitated half a second, then she braced herself against my shoulder and dove into her lace panties. I curled our fingers into her wet heat and let her take control. Avery taught me the rhythm she liked, the tension, the angle, but I figured out on my own she liked the way I talked to her.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
The guttural command pushed her over the edge. Despite being rock hard, I didn’t move as Avery rode our hands, chasing her release. She threw her head back, eyes closed, while I watched the most beautiful woman in the world come apart with my name on her lips.
“My turn,” I growled.
Before her shuddering had stopped, I flipped her over onto her back and yanked her pants down her legs. Avery lifted her ass to help, and I wasted no time diving in. I wanted to taste her, wanted her squirming on my fingers again and begging for more, wanted that wild abandonment as she came on my tongue.
I draped her legs over my shoulders and laid a hand on her abdomen to hold her still. Avery’s hand clenched in my hair, and she bit her lip as I teased her with soft kisses along the birthmark I discovered on her thigh.
“Eyes on me, Avery. I want you to see how much I love the taste of you.”
Her dazed green gaze met mine, and I kept my eyes locked on her as I lowered my head.
“Fuck, Cole,” she gasped, her hips shooting off the bed with the first lick of her clit.
“Good girl,” I whispered against her skin, then went to town.
It didn’t take much to bring her to the edge again, and my opinion of her ex dropped even lower. Avery was sensitive and responsive, only a truly selfish asshole could get intimate with her and not get her off.
Her thighs closed around me as she crested again, and all I could think was another. I didn’t let off, dragging the pleasure out as she made incoherent noises and yanked on my hair. My dick throbbed painfully. I desperately wanted to replace my fingers with my cock, but tonight was about Avery. I could take care of myself later, though it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as sinking into her.