She batted her lashes playfully at him, teasing and taunting his restraint. “My, aren’t you the gentleman.”
“If that’s what you’d like to think.” He grinned wolfishly, his eyes blazing with a dark, dangerous kind of edge that made her blood quicken in her veins. “Truth be told, it’s pure selfishness on my part, because I want to watch you enjoy yourself. And knowing that you’re all tied up and a captive to my demands turns me on even more. Doesn’t all this excite you, even a little bit?”
“What do you think?” she returned impudently.
“I have my suspicions, but I think I need to be absolutely sure.” Still holding on to her wrists with one hand, he reached into the cooler again, digging deep into the ice and lingering for long seconds before bringing a large piece of ice to his mouth. This time he crunched the cube into tiny slivers, then dipped his head and took her nipple into his chilled mouth. With his fingers, he pushed her breast up to his lips, taking as much of her as he could at one time, consuming and devouring her with hard, suctioning swirls of his icy tongue across her nipple.
Wild sensation careened through her and spiraled right to the very core of her. She curled her fingers around his and opened her mouth to scream at the staggeringly intense contrast of his freezing mouth ravishing her searing flesh, but only a soft mewling sound managed to emerge. He insisted on giving both breasts equal treatment, until she was excruciatingly aroused and panting with lust and need.
She heard him dig into the ice again and moaned, now knowing what to expect. Yet she still inhaled sharply when his dripping wet, frosty-cold fingers touched down on her stomach and traced a languid path over her navel to the waistband of her jeans.
He lifted his head, met her heavy-lidded gaze, and toyed with the top button on her pants. “Do you want more?” he murmured, his question packed with a sexual connotation she couldn’t misinterpret.
He was leaving the ultimate decision up to her, and just as he claimed to be selfish, she was feeling just as greedy. “Yes…please,” she whispered in an achy, needy tone.
Without letting go of her restrained hands, and with an efficiency and agility that amazed her, he managed to unzip her jeans, tug them over her hips with a little wriggle of help from her, and shoved the denim down to her knees. Surprisingly, he left her pale pink panties on, which were drenched with desire for him, because of him. She tried to shift her lower body to kick the restricting pants off, but he diverted her attempts by wedging his thigh between her knees just below where the heavy material was bunched, making it so she could only open her legs about an inch.
His hand dipped back into the cooler, and her chest rose and fell as anticipation
unfurled within her. Her hands remained bound, her legs equally confined, yet she still trusted him, knew whatever he had planned would be for her benefit and gratification.
Ice cube in hand, he drew a slow, lazy circle around her belly button, then slid the frozen icicle down to her bikini panties and traced the line of her waistband, then back up again. Leaning down, he blew a gust of hot breath over the cool wetness on her skin, and she shuddered uncontrollably.
He placed the cube on her navel, then reached into the insulated chest again. “Be still,” he murmured when she squirmed to dislodge the ice.
Her eyes widened. Oh, God, he couldn’t be serious, but one look at his determined expression told her he’d meant what he’d said. As the seconds passed and the ice began to melt and drip down the sides of her stomach, she could feel the wintery chill spread all the way up to the puckered tips of her breasts and radiate lower, too. The prickling sensation was highly erotic and also drove her mad because he’d ordered her not to move.
Her eyes rolled back and she moaned fitfully, but didn’t dare writhe as she longed to do. “Dean…it’s too cold.”
“The ice stays, for now.” He brushed his warm lips along her jaw in compensation and whispered huskily in her ear, “Here, I’ll give you something else to think about instead.”
Easing his hand between her legs, he pressed two icy fingers against the damp, silky panel of her panties. “You’re very hot here,” he said, his sizzling, uneven breaths scorching her flesh. “Let’s see what we can do about cooling you off.”
She knew what was coming even before he found his way beneath the elastic band, but being prepared didn’t make his glacial caress any less shocking or intense. She sucked air into her lungs as his cold, cold fingers delved through slick folds, then filled her completely with one sleek, gliding stroke inside her.
This time, it was Dean who groaned low and harsh as her inner body gripped him tight, then melted and liquified around the invasion of his chilled fingers thrusting into her heated depths. His still-cold thumb joined in on the seductive foray, gliding firmly, rhythmically across her wet, highly aroused flesh.
A frustrated sob caught in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. She felt as though her body was being pulled in a dozen different mindless directions, with so many sensations bombarding her all at once that she couldn’t concentrate on just one feeling. She wanted her hands free to touch him in return, wanted to open her legs wider to accommodate a greater pressure and friction, but her jeans and his thigh prevented that. Her belly quivered as he built the tension within her, higher and higher, making the slowly dissolving ice cube on her stomach tremble precariously as she fought to keep it in place—just to prove she could.
“You’re holding back,” he said, in tune to all the subtle nuances of her body. “Let it go, Joelle, and come for me.”
He pushed his fingers high, hard and deep. Deliberately, he plied her swollen clit, eliciting a hot tide of passion and clawing need she was helpless to deny. Her vision blurred. Her muscles ached, drew tight, then contracted around his fingers as an incredible, powerful orgasm washed over her in crashing waves of voluptuous pleasure. She pulled against the material twisted around her restrained wrists to keep herself from thrashing, and she moaned in low, gasping pants as the exquisite, soul-stirring bliss consumed her.
Lightning flashed outside, as wild and frenzied as the electricity that had ignited her nerve endings. As the echo of thunder ebbed away, and with the soft, soothing patter of rain on the windows, Jo felt herself floating back down to earth, lethargic, sated, and completely, wonderfully spent.
She lifted her lashes and met Dean’s hooded gaze. His face was flushed from the warmth and humidity in the car, his jaw clenched, and his eyes were the color of burning, emerald coals. With excruciating slowness, so she felt every inch of his retreat, he removed his fingers from between her thighs. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and finally untangled her blouse and bra from her arms and set her free.
But she didn’t want to be free, not when he’d yet to find his own release after being so generous with hers. And not when she still felt so empty deep inside, despite the fabulous orgasm he’d given her. She lowered her arms and started to turn toward him to take this encounter to its logical, fulfilling conclusion, but stopped when she felt chilled liquid trickle down the side of her stomach.
She laughed lightly, truly amazed at how provocative and stimulating a piece of ice could be, in so many varied ways. “I was a good girl and the ice stayed right where you put it,” she told him. “Do you think you could remove it from my belly button now?”
“You were a very good girl,” he agreed generously. He swept his gaze downward, and his fingers followed the same path until the tips glided through the moisture on her belly. “The ice is all melted, and I’m suddenly very, very thirsty.”
He lowered his head and sipped the water from her navel, then dipped his tongue into the small indentation, probing deep, until there was no more moisture left. Just that quick, just that easily, she began to throb with renewed hunger and desire. But this time, she wanted the satisfaction to be mutual.
His teeth grazed her plump breast, and his fingers skimmed her thigh. Before he could send her on another journey to the heavens without him, she grasped his wrist in one hand to halt his ascent and threaded the fingers of her other hand through his thick, silky hair. She tugged his head up before he could take a straining nipple into his mouth and distract her all over again.
He lifted a dark brow in question, and her heart softened when she realized that he truly expected nothing in return for what he’d given her. Which made her want him even more. “I need you, Dean…inside me.”