Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I jolt, dropping my shirt and the piece of ice. “Sorry, I was just—”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Jackson pushes off the doorframe and walks into the kitchen.
My cheeks blaze with embarrassment. “I was hot… it’s hot in my room.”
“I’m sure it was. What made you so hot, Peach?” he questions, his voice coated in desire.
“I was just… hot…” I trail off as he takes the cup of ice out of my hand. Retrieving a cube, he lifts it in his hand and drags it along my collarbone.
“Does this cool you down, Peach?”
It’s only making it worse. His proximity… his signature cologne… the lightest caress of his fingers against my skin—it’s enough to drive me crazy. The ice continues to melt, dripping down my neck as he lifts my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. He slides the cube between them, and his knuckles brush against my skin, sending a shiver through me. He drags it down, swirling it around my belly button, leaving a chilled trail in its wake.
“Feeling cooled down yet, Peach?” he asks, his expression blank.
“No,” I whisper, aware it’s not the answer I should be giving. I need to put a stop to this—extinguish the desire growing inside me.
“Look how fast the ice melts. You’re too hot for your own good. I wonder how hot you are in other places.” I’m so caught up in his web that I barely make a sound when he grips my waist and flips me around, bending me over the island. “I’m going to see just how hot you are, Peach. Are you gonna let me?” My words escape me. The only thing I can do is nod. He sets the cup down, retrieving another piece of ice. He has a tight hold around my hips as his free hand slips between my thighs. “No panties. You naughty little girl. Were you hoping I’d come find you?” I definitely didn’t think I would see him. I never imagined this. “Your wet cunt tells me you were hoping.”
I want to tell him I wasn’t. But I can’t deny the slickness of my thighs from my arousal. His lips brush against my shoulder blade as the ice cube slips inside me. A raspy moan escapes as his fingers follow, massaging the chilled cube around my walls. Wetness seeps down my inner thighs, and he pulls out, grabbing another cube.
“You’re on fucking fire, Peach.” Another piece slides inside me. This time, his fingers work in a rhythm, sending a bolt of heat down my spine. “How many ice cubes do you think we’d have to go through to cool you off?” Rivulets stream down my thighs as he continues to build me up. My head falls forward. “Such a little tease you are.” In and out. “What I wouldn’t do to replace this ice with my cock. Fuck you against this island. Revel in your pretty little moans as you beg for me.”
“Jackson…” His name falls off my tongue. I’m so close.
“I love the way you say my name.” He works me faster. Deeper. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl and come for me, I’ll let you suck my cock again. Or would you rather me fuck you?”
Oh, God, I’m going to come. I clench the edge of the counter, gyrating my hips with the rhythm of his hand. Suddenly, I realize I no longer hear Noah’s music. “Noah,” I breathe out, but he doesn’t give in or let up. He wraps his hand around my neck, then slides his fingers into my hair and grips, pulling my head back as he grazes his lips along the side of my throat.
“Do you want him to join? I can’t say I expected that side of you. Greedy girl.”
I’m too far gone to fight his rebuttal. My body trembles and my orgasm ignites. He pushes deeper, and my legs quiver around him as he continues to stroke, pulling every last bit from me.
Before I can come down from my high, he pulls out and steps away, his voice a rumble against my back.
“Thanks for the midnight snack, Peach.” Then he’s gone.
Chapter thirteen
Georgia
Istare at my reflection in the mirror and adjust my pencil skirt. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right places, and I can’t help the small, satisfied smile that tugs at my lips. Too bad my outfit doesn’t complement the bags under my eyes.
I couldn’t even say how I managed to get back to my bedroom last night. My knees almost gave out three times, and I was in such a haze that I mistook the door to the linen closet for my bedroom. Even worse, I was no better off at finding sleep than before.
Shockingly, I woke up alone. At no point in the night had Noah snuck into my bed. While part of me is thankful, it doesn’t stop the guilt from swarming inside my chest. He’d been so adamant the nights before; I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. Did he hear something? See something?