Her tiny terror came around the corner, this time sliding across the tiles into a mound of pillows Ice had suggested she place there.
“I’ll go get changed.”
“You do that,” Ice agreed, waiting for the attack to come next.
As soon as Grace turned the corner, the little shit went for him. Ice watched the dog chew on his boot, which now had several tiny holes in it, before bending over and picking the dog up by the skin of his back. Holding the dog away from his face, he brought the snapping dog to his eye level, holding his gaze. It took a few minutes before the dog stopped snapping and merely snarled quietly.
“You’re not going to hurt my dog, are you?” Grace asked from the doorway.
“No.” Ice placed the dot back on the floor. “I was showing him I’m the boss.”
“I don’t think he got the message,” she said as they both watched him tear another hole in his boot. “Come on, I’ll give him a bone and fix you dinner. You can show Bear who’s top dog later.”
Grace pulled a couple of steaks from the fridge. “You can clean the potatoes,” she said when Ice would have gone back into the other room to turn on the television.
Ice went to the sink and began washing the potatoes as she heard her cell phone ring.
“Hi, Maman,” she answered after taking her cell phone out of her pocket.
“Grace, what are you doing? I just got off the phone with CeCe. She told me you’ve been seen around town with the man who held you hostage.”
Grace’s eyes went to Ice who had stopped washing the potatoes.
She answered her mother in French as she started seasoning the steaks. “I won’t discuss Ice with you, but I will tell you we’re only friends, and there is no need to worry.”
“Grace, your father’s and my relationship started as friends, so that’s bullshit, and we both know it. Please… bébé, be careful.”
“I will. I promise I’ll tell you everything when you visit in a few weeks.”
“All right. I know he’s there, or you wouldn’t be talking in French, so I will let you go. Je t’aime.”
“Love you, too.” Grace disconnected the call.
“Don’t talk to your mom in French in front of me again.”
Grace started to apologize for being rude when he laid the potatoes down on the counter in front of her.
“Hearing you speak French gives me a hard-on.”
Grace took a step back from the desire she saw in his eyes, but he pinned her against the counter. Then his mouth took hers before she could tell him to stop.
Once he started kissing her, she didn’t want him to stop anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, parting her lips wider as his tongue explored her mouth, her own tongue tangling with his.
Ice thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel the hardness behind his jeans. As his hand slid under her T-shirt, grasping her breast behind the thin bra, Grace trembled, knowing she should stop him. However, she had been craving the taste of his mouth again.
Ice picked her up, carrying her toward the back of her house with both dogs trailing along behind them. He carried her through her opened bedroom door before turning around and slamming the door closed in the dogs’ faces.#p#分页标题#e#
“That wasn’t nice,” she reproached.
“I don’t want those dogs near my dick.”
Ice sat her down on the side of the bed and stood in front of her, reaching down to take off her T-shirt. Then he toed off his boots and took off his jacket before removing his own shirt.
Grace sat there, trying to tell herself to stop him, but the more flesh he displayed, the weaker her resolve became.
Ice’s hands circled her waist, lifting her farther onto the bed.
“Ice, maybe we should slow down.”
“Baby, I’ve been going slow. It’s time we speed things up.”
He reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra then pulling it off before tossing it to the end of the bed. Grace lay still, frozen at his expression.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His soft voice unfurled the nervousness filling her stomach. She relaxed against the soft sheets as Ice took a nipple into his mouth.
Her hands went to his hair; it was beginning to grow out. Letting the silky strands run through her fingers, then to the nape of his neck, she pressed him against her as his tongue twirled her nipple into a hard bud. His mouth left her breast, sliding down her stomach as his hands went to the snap of her jeans before parting them and sliding them down her hips.
Rising up, his mouth left her body as he pulled her jeans off, throwing them away as his mouth went to her hipbone then slid to the curve of her stomach. His tongue slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.