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Ice clinked into two crystal glasses, then he filled them both with water from a glass pitcher and returned to the couch with me. He set my drink down on the table in front of us, keeping his own in his hand and then he angled his body toward me.
My next breath in was filled with his sexy, woody scent and it was enough to make me dizzy. This was the man that bent me over his desk and fucked me like an animal, and being this close again while also being alone was enough to ignite all sorts of feelings deep inside me.
A desire to be held. A desire for comfort. To be touched and soothed.
“Show me,” Sawyer said quietly, holding my gaze as he took a slow sip of his water.
“Sure.” I nodded quickly, brushing hair away from my face while I angled the pad toward him. Together, we poured over the data and how promising it looked from a business and a consumer standpoint. Sawyer and Kane would surely rocket to the top as soon as all the legal side of things was squared away.
“The testing has been phenomenal, and I think even those who received a placebo showed no effects, which just proves how good the drug you have is. With Kane’s help in distribution, too, and with his new finance plan, then we’re looking at taking a loss for six to eight months. But,” I chuckled softly. “It should even out by the end of the year, and you’ll be in a good position to ship worldwide.”
“A risk,” Sawyer said, his voice low. “But risks are exciting.”
As I lifted my head to respond, Sawyer’s lips suddenly landed on mine. They were cold from his drink and the touch was a shock. I gasped slightly, and then Sawyer’s hot tongue teased over my lower lip, chasing the coldness away.
“All I’m hearing,” he said as the kiss broke, leaving me breathless. “Is that you are distracted because you are far too focused on work. The extra tasks you’re taking on of your own initiative are admirable, but not at the expense of your time.”
“But focus is good,” I murmur, letting the notepad slide away from my fingertips when Sawyer took it from me. “You need it.”
“I need you here and present, so frankly I think we need to break your focus on the project.”
Before I could answer, his lips were back on mine, and he silenced all arguments that rose in my mind. It was selfish of me to lean into the kiss, but with everything else going on, this was the first time my mind had fallen quiet since the excitement in the elevator with Liam.
I wanted to hold onto that, so I kissed him back as eagerly as I could. Sawyer kept the pace slow. His hand cupped my cheek, then slowly slid up to cradle my ear and up to my hairline. His lips weaved over mine, focusing more on kissing my lower lip with each passing swipe of his tongue. I reached for his shirt, and the silk slid warm under my fingertips when I stroked his chest.
The kiss ended. My face flushed far too hot, but as I took a deep breath to steady myself, he kissed me again, and this time the chill was sharper. Our mouths locked together and our hands wandered. Then I teased my tongue against the seam of his lips and licked my way inside. It was there I came into contact with the ice cube he was holding in his mouth and he passed it over to me with a roll of his tongue.
As soon as it was in my mouth, he broke away from my lips and kissed my jaw. He trailed a path of hot-and-cold open open-mouthed kisses down my throat and the combination of temperatures was driving me crazy. Every warm press of his lips was followed either by a hot flash of his tongue or the ice-cold touch of another cube he held in his mouth. The lower he kissed, the more his tongue chilled and it became a dance of his warm lips and ice-touched tongue.
Goosebumps rushed over my skin when he reached the valley of my breasts. Sawyer didn’t move to remove any of my clothes and instead kissed over my breaths through the open collar of my shirt. My heart raced and tingles shot like sparkles all over my body, starting from each spot that he pressed the ice and let it linger. Cold water droplets rolled over my skin and settled between my breasts, disappearing into nothing with the heat of my body.
“Sawyer,” I moaned softly, my breath catching in my throat. His thick hair threaded through my fingers as he moved, and my mind was utterly silence. No worry and no concern. I was strangely at peace, which made every touch from his addicting. My focus was on the warmth beading between my thighs and the tightness building in my core.
By the time Sawyer lifted the hem of my shirt and kissed my warm abdomen, my own ice cube had melted and I yelped lightly at the harsh cold of the fresh cube in his own mouth.
“I love the sounds you make,” Sawyer said, his lips remaining on my skin, causing his beard to tickle against me as he spoke. He kissed across my abdomen, dipped the ice cube into my bellybutton, and then continued down past my navel to the hem of my skirt.
I was flushing hot and cold, growing restless with an urge to move but Sawyer’s hands were firm on my waist and then my hips. I wasn’t moving until he let me.
His knees thumped softly onto the floor when he finally slid past me, and his chilled lips kissed over my bare knees. From this angle, I lost my grip on his hair so I turned to the couch instead and grabbed onto the cushions above my head. Sawyer weaved his hot and cold path all the way up my inner thighs, pushing my pencil skirt up at the same time.
Each kiss sent a pulse of want through my body. Each lick sent my heart racing a beat faster, and before I knew it, I was panting and whimpering. Sawyer kissed the very delicate skin of my inner upper thigh, and then he used his tongue to hold the ice cube against my panties.
“Oh god!” I lurched forward, held in place by his hands as the biting cold seared through the thin fabric and pressed against my pussy. It was such a strange sensation – sharp cold against overwhelming heat.
I almost couldn’t breathe and an unnatural heat swamped me from head to toe. The only chillness that remained was the ice against my pussy, and the occasional tingle from his lingering kisses.
Sawyer held the cube there until my panties were soaked, then he pulled back slightly.
“I can feel your pussy throbbing against my tongue. Are you that hungry for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered without hesitation, and the fabric against my fingers started to burn from my tight grip.
“Good girl.”
I melted. Sawyer pulled the edge of my panties to the side, the pressed the melting cube directly between my outer lips and against my clit. It took all my effort not to scream at the sensation that balanced the fine line between pleasure and pain. He held it there, and just as the cold started to become too much, his tongue replaced the ice and warmth swept through me.
It was a dance between his warm tongue, the cool ice, and my throbbing core. Every lick, kiss and press of his lips sent me higher and higher, and each time I grew close to my rapidly built orgasm, the ice was enough to pull me back slightly.
