“It felt too good. I couldn’t stop it,” I manage.
“Couldn’t? Or didn’t try hard enough?”
My face burns.Fuck.“Didn’t try hard enough.”
“Honest.” His voice warms a fraction. “Now kneel.”
I drop to my knees on the soft carpet. Dane leans forward and tips my chin up with one finger, making me look at him.
“This just means you need more practice,” he says. “I’m going to take you to the edge, and you’re going to count. Every time you get close, you tell me. And you don’t come until I say. Understood?”
My pussy clenches. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Approval flickers in his dark eyes. He stands and walks to the bedside table. When he comes back, he’s holding a glass with ice in it.
Um…I swallow hard, but I know whatever he plans to do with that, I’m 100 percent on board.
“Get on the bed on your back.”
I climb up and lie against the pillows. The sheets are cool and smooth beneath me. My nipples are still hard, and I’m practically vibrating with the thought of cold ice cubes against my skin. This is going to be bad in a wonderful way.
He reaches into the glass and takes out an ice cube. “Color?”
“Still green.” My voice comes out breathy.
He touches my collarbone with the ice, and I gasp, arching off the mattress. He drags it slowly across my skin to the hollow of my throat, down the center of my chest. Water trails behind it in thin rivulets that make me shiver. When he circles my left nipple, the cold is so sharp my whole body tenses, and I cry out, fingers curling into the sheets.
“Count,” he says.
“One,” I whisper, even though I’m not close yet. The cold is a shock, but underneath it, arousal is building. My pussy pulses with every circle of the ice, and the contrast between the freezing cube and the heat between my legs makes my head spin.
He moves the ice to my right nipple, circles it until the peak is stiff and aching, then replaces the ice with his mouth. Hot, wet, his tongue flat against the cold skin. I moan and arch into him because the temperature shift sends a spike of pleasure straight to my clit. My hips rock, and my thighs clench.
“Dane!”
“Shh.” He takes another piece of ice and drags it down my stomach, slowly, tracing the lines of my ribs and the curve of my waist. I’m trembling and so wet I can feel it slick between my thighs. When the ice reaches my hip bone, I whimper and squirm.
“Stay still,” he growls.
I try, but he slides the ice lower, tracing a path along the crease of my inner thigh, and my hips jerk.
He stops and waits, making me settle before continuing.
This is nothing like Leo. Leo would have me screaming by now. Dane is unhurried, and his patience is worse than roughness because it gives me nowhere to hide.
He presses the ice against my clit.
I shiver and have to stop myself from coming. “Oh god, two, I’m at two.”
“Good girl.”
A shiver rolls through me, and those two words almost make me come.Fuuuck. This is bad. But so so good.
He pulls the ice away and replaces it with his thumb, circling my clit slowly while I pant and grip the sheets. The warmth of his hand after the cold is overwhelming, and pleasure builds in waves. My thighs tense and my hips rock against his hand, chasing the ecstasy.
