Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“There is no revolving door on my bedroom. That implies I bring women to my home to fuck ‘em, and that’s something I rarely do because of Brooke. I usually fuck ‘em at the club. The few that have come to the house are when I know she won’t be home and they never stay.”
My mouth drops open in surprise at his frank comments about his sex life. “And, after that comment, do you really believe I’ll think you would be faithful to me?”
Ice leans forward, reaches his hand out, snags me by the back of my neck, and pulls me forward so we are nose to nose. We are breathing the same air, filling all of my senses with him.
In a low, husky voice, he then says, “Yeah, Morgan, I do. If I have to fuck you three times a day to prove that I’m not takin’ my dick anywhere else, I will. Believe me when I say, I don’t want any other woman but you. Don’t ask me why, because I can’t explain it. All I know is that you make me think things I haven’t thought about since Brooke’s mom died. You make me feel things I thought had died inside of me long ago. Now that you woke me up, babe, you’re gonna live life with me. I figure I can teach you how to pull that stick out of your ass to live wild and free. In return, you can teach me how to go from day to day havin’ someone in my life that I care about like this without worryin’ they’re gonna leave me again.”
My breath rushes out, deflating me and my anger into nothing. How can a man this strong be afraid of anything?
“Why would I need to teach you that, Ice?”
He runs his nose along the ridge of my own. “Lost my wife, baby. That does somethin’ to a man. It makes him want to close off the part of himself that lets anyone in, the part that feels too much when someone he cares about disappears. Besides Brooke and my brothers, I had done exactly that. Then you came into my life, flashin’ your cute and makin’ me want more. Now I’ve decided you’re gonna give it to me. Thing is, I promise you’ll like given’ it to me.”
I nibble on my bottom lip. “Maybe I’m scared to give into you.”
He smiles. “Guess I’m gonna have to convince you then, baby.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. His lips crash down on mine in a hungry urgency that makes my toes curl. I feel his tongue do a searching sweep across the seam of my own lips, and I open myself to his invasion. There is something about this man that is hard to say no to. Besides, if I am honest with myself, I don’t want to tell him no. Every fiber of my being wants to tell him yes to everything, especially when he kisses me like this.
Our tongues tangle, his sweet, minty taste making me moan. It is intoxicating, heady. We kiss for who knows how long, until I become lightheaded. I would happily pass out into oblivion as long as Ice’s firm lips never left my own. He finally pulls back from our intoxicating kiss and rests his forehead against my own while we pant, trying to catch our breath.
“Damn you taste sweet. Wish I could stay and taste you more, but I need to get home to Brooke.”
My mind is in a haze of dazed pleasure, making me addle-brained and unable to respond; therefore, I simply nod my head.
Pulling back, he gives me a kiss on my forehead before standing up and stepping away. Just as he moves to take another step, he places a plastic grocery bag on the table in front of me.
“What’s this?”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Thought I’d bring you something sweet to eat since I plan to be eating something sweet soon.” He laughs at the appalled look on my face. Then, giving me a mischievous wink, he walks out of the house, leaving me to my bewildered thoughts.
How is it that this man always manages to leave me speechless and unsure of what he will say or do next? I am not sure if I will ever be able to handle all that encompasses the man known as Ice.
Chapter
20
Ice
One Week Later…
“Did you know Morgan may have to call her parents and move home with Madyson?” Brooke asks me as she finishes getting ready for us to meet the very women she just mentioned.
We are supposed to be helping them pack up from Coal’s and get them back to Morgan’s place. They don’t really have a lot of stuff, but the girls want to hang out, and I want to see Morgan again. This week kept me busy with club business; as a result, I haven’t seen her since I dropped off that dessert I bought her. What my daughter is telling me now, though, makes me think I should have asked my woman more questions when she sounded so distracted on the phone.