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Cold As Ice

Page 77

by L.A. Cotton

Madison knew how to move her body, letting her hips ripple and dip and pop to the sultry beat. I tracked every movement, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingertips danced over her pebbled skin as she moved.

“Fuck,” I hissed as a whimper spilled out of her.

I needed her.

Now.

Stalking forward, I pressed her into the counter again, sliding my hands behind the backs of her thighs to lift her. Madison gave a little shriek as I dropped her on the countertop. “Ready to get fucked?” I drawled, reinforcing the boundaries between us.

This was sex.

Exclusive friends with benefits.

A clear line was drawn between us.

I gently pushed Madison down on the counter and stepped back, shoving my jeans down my hips and suiting up. Then I moved between her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pushed in slowly, filling her inch by inch.

My heart kicked up a notch, my body vibrating with need, with something much more than simple lust.

This didn’t feel like friends with benefits.

And I didn’t know what the fuck to do about that.

* * *

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Connor said as he caught me slipping into the house via the back door.

“Shit, you scared me.” I dragged a hand down my face. “It’s early. I didn’t think—”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged, nursing a mug of coffee.

“Ella upstairs?” I asked.

“Yeah. Mason and Harper are still sleeping.” I gave him a small nod, went over to the refrigerator and helped myself to a bottle of juice.

“How was Millers?”

“Good. But we missed you.”

I scoffed, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Austin, come on.”

“It’s not exactly my idea of fun playing the seventh wheel.” Leaning back against the counter, I ran a hand back and forth over my head.

“So bring your new friend next time.” Accusation clung to his words as he pinned me with a knowing look.

“It isn’t like that,” I said a little too defensively, trying to lock down my expression.

“Is it Fallon?”

“Fuck no.”

“Okay, keep your secrets.”

“I like her okay, Con,” I admitted. “I really fucking like her.”

I wanted to tell him the truth. To get his advice but what was the point?