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“Hilarious,” I confirmed.
“Would you do it again?”
“In a heartbeat. You were being a huge dick that first week.”
His mouth quirked as he set the glass down on the bedside table. “I see.”
He leaned over me then, bracing a palm beside my head on the mattress as he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was deceptively tender and sweet. It pulled an eager little whimper out of me, making my toes dig into the duvet.
“And have you ever had your clit teased with ice, Miss Sanchez?” he murmured against my lips.
I could feel my cheeks flush as arousal boiled in my core. “Can’t say I have, no.”
He kissed me again, soft and torturously sweet. “Any theories as to what it might feel like?”
“Cold,” I deadpanned.
He chuckled, and before I could make a smart comment about stupid questions, he pressed the small cube of ice into the crook of my neck, andohkay, wow. There was cold, and then there was being touched by frigid ice when your body had spent the last twenty minutes burning from the inside out.
Adrien swallowed my gasp with a deep kiss, his tongue caressing mine as my back arched off the bed. I shivered and whined when he began to move the already-melting cube of torture down my neck, chest, cleavage. My hips squirmed, my wrists jerking against their restraints. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull his body down to mine.
“How's that?” he teased, slowly sliding the frozen cube down my ribs.
“Cold.”
Another small laugh. I couldn't pinpoint when he'd started to find my humor amusing exactly, but it sparked an oddly pleasant sense of satisfaction in my chest every time he smiled or laughed at one of my jokes. Especially when they weren't particularly funny.
“Have we started to learn our lesson yet?” he asked as he continued to run the piece of ice over my ribs.
“I don't know, should we check? Go grab some coffee and see if I dump any—oh.”
Apparently, my lower stomach was incredibly sensitive to extreme temperatures. Especially when it was caught off-guard by them.
“Don’t move,” Adrien ordered as he guided the ice up to my bellybutton. He left it there. “If you let it fall, you won't get to come tonight.”
“What? That's so mean,” I argued. It would take one inadvertent jerk of a muscle or limb for the slippery little fucker to slide right off my skin, and my abs were already starting to quiver.
“But if you manage to keep it there while I strip you naked, I'll let you come on my tongue before I fuck you.”
Oh.
Oh, okay.
Cool. Cool cool cool.
“I mean, sure, if that’s whatyouwant.”
He flashed me another mischievous grin as his fingers began trailing down my hips, thighs. “Think you can do it?”
“I think the ice will be fully melted before this conversation is over. Do you normally talk this much during sex?”
“No,” he answered. “Not even close.”
“Ah, another torture method, then.” Well, the joke was on him since I was quite enjoying this.
He didn't answer, his attention glued to my skin as his hands roamed up to my chest. Then he peeled the lacey bra down my rib cage, until my breasts were on full display for him.
“Jesus. Look at how fucking perfect you are.”
