So warm, so lovely. It was the way he always gazed at me.
“Icicle?” he asked, looking so worried, his eyes darting all over, trying to figure out my behavior, my emotions.
“You know the way I feel about you isn’t conditional, right?”
He tensed. “Uh… what?”
“Just… why did you never end up sexting me like you threatened so deliciously?”
“I don’t know. I guess I forgot. A lot is going on.”
“You forgetting about something sexual?”
A small smile played on his lips.
But he still looked far too ill at ease.
I stroked his fingers. “I promise that you don’t need to play it so safe with me. Remember how it started out with you being abrasive and hardcore flirting and calling it like it is?”
“Yeah, I know, but…”
“But?”
He shifted from between my thighs and moved to the side, running a hand over the bedspread. “It’s… I was like that with Win at the start too. But that didn’t exactly work out well, did it? I lost him for a time, all that mess.”
“That’s not the same at all. We all love your abrasive, dirty, chaotic, and wild side, just as much as the rest. You were closed to Winter—that was the issue back then. A lot of it, anyway. That’s over with now. You’ve evolved. We all know it. You know it. And, yes, I promise you if you bring out all the rest, I’m not going to balk. I’m into all that you are, hellion.”
He lifted his gaze. “Yeah?” he asked tentatively.
I pushed up and crawled over to him. “Yes. I swear it.” His eyes were flaming at the sight of me in this position, his gaze dipping to my bralette, this one a white lace number, visible with the front of my tank hanging down a little in this position. “Say it,” I encouraged him.
“Love that thing.”
“That’s not it.”
He shifted and cleared his throat. “If you didn’t have to leave for your meeting in a few minutes, I’d tear that fucking tank off you, and worship all that lace, while I fuck you like a beast.”
“Mmm. There it is,” I breathed, a hot thrill running through me at his words.
His eyes lit up.
And then he pounced on me, knocking me onto my back.
“Wow. Very dragon-esque of you.”
“Nah, it’s all fiery-hot Ifrit, baby.”
“I fucking love it,” I breathed, squeezing his biceps, then running my hands all over his intricate ink, sliding underneath his tank, feeling his abs, around to his back.
“Damn,” he rasped, starting to grind on me.
He leaned in and licked my neck, tasting me, sending a shot of bliss through me, and drawing a moan from me.
And then he abruptly pushed off me.
“I’m gonna have to savor that taste for now, leave it at that.” He backflipped off the bed, and landed perfectly.
A growl of need escaped me.
