Page 18 of Hot As Ice

“Yes, she is,” I agree, looking at Stevie as her blush darkens. “I’m a lucky guy.”

Grandad pulls Stevie closer and gestures toward a painting. “Tell me what you think of this one, Stevie,” he says. I leave them to it, stepping back. Grandad is a charming motherfucker, and I like observing Stevie. She’s becoming some kind of obsession.

I want to take her home tonight and strip her out of that dress, watch as it pools around her feet. I want to suck on her glorious tits and pinch her nipples until she cries out. There’s no way this girl is not a virgin, and I want to be the first to breach her virgin pussy and blow my load inside her and have my cum drip down her inner thighs. I want to possess her like I’ve never wanted another woman in my life, and I have no fucking idea why.

I’ve been half hard since I saw her step out her door earlier tonight, and it’s taking a lot of effort to control my cock. Sinking inside her is the only thing that’ll sate me tonight.

She walks back to me with a pretty smile on her lips. “Your grandfather is hilarious.”

“Yeah, I like him too.”

“Is there a bathroom around here? I want to check my lipstick.”

“Follow me.”

six

stevie

I ESCAPED TO the bathroom to get away from Hunter’s intense gaze.

He’s been staring at me, devouring me with his eyes, from the moment I stepped out of my apartment, and it’s making me dizzy. I’ve never felt so heated.

An insane part of me wants him to grab me and kiss me, push me against the wall and lift my dress, touch me where no man has ever touched me before.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I check my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is immaculate. I wash my hands for a long time, trying to calm my jagged nerves. When I finally leave the bathroom, Hunter is waiting for me, leaning against the wall in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest.

I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man. From his high cheekbones and cool blue gaze to the way his tux fits his strong body like a glove, he’s like something out of a dream.

We stare at each other and there’s no denying the heat and tension passing between us.

“Can you take me home?” I blurt. If he doesn’t take me home immediately, I don’t think I can handle much more of his presence without spontaneously combusting.

Hunter shakes his head and crooks a finger at me, beckoning me toward him. I go like a moth to a flame. He puts his hands on my hips, towering over me. Even in my heels, the top of my head barely reaches his chin.

“I need to go home,” I stammer.

“Shh.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s not time to leave yet.” He leans in close and whispers in my ear. “Why don’t I take you to my place, strip you bare, throw you on my bed, and fuck your virgin pussy until you bleed and scream and beg me to stop?”

His filthy words send shockwaves through me. Did he really just say that or am I hallucinating? Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever spoken to me like that. I should be outraged. I should slap him. Instead, my traitorous body ignites.

He grabs my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “What do you say to that, Stevie?”

“How—how did you know I’m a virgin?”

His lips pull into a satisfied smile. “I didn’t. But you just confirmed it, sweetheart.”

Shit. I’m an idiot.

Hunter gently pushes me until my back is against the wall. His thumb slides along my jaw and I take a deep breath. His gaze drops to my cleavage. Dropping his head to my chest, he inhales deeply and rubs his nose from the tops of my breasts up along my neck and to my ear. He nips my earlobe and I squeak. I think I’m going to faint.

“Stop,” I tell him, my voice coming out all meek and breathy.

Hunter rubs his nose against mine. “Stop? Do you mean that?”

I gulp, knowing damn well I don’t mean it at all. But I’m flustered by my warring emotions. One part of me wants to run. The other part wants to stick my tongue down Hunter’s throat. I wish he would just hurry up and kiss me.