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He sat up, selected a new piece of ice, and dropped it onto her stomach.
Ava gasped from the sudden chill against her feverish skin.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll make it feel better.” He pressed on the cube with his palm and slid it over her navel. His mouth followed the path, kissing and licking her skin.
When he reached her trembling mound, his lips halted but his hand kept going. Over and in, he directed the shrinking ice.
Ava shuddered at the clash of cold on heat.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “It melted.” He grabbed for another cube and then paused, looking her over as if planning his attack.
After setting the ice next to her, he took hold of her legs and slid her to the edge of the mattress.
Ava wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but clamped her mouth shut, afraid he’d waste time by answering her. Just as long as he was touching her in some way, she was pleased...no, ecstatic.
Her legs and half of her ass were off the bed, her feet planted on the floor. Kade picked up the ice again and knelt down before her, out of her view.
Without warning, she felt a cold sting on her clit. She tried to bring her legs together, but he was in the way. He coerced them apart, as far as they could go.
“Let me do this.” He sounded a mile away, his voice echoing around her.
“What is it that you’re trying to do?” Ava attempted to sit up, but he forced her back down with one large hand.
“Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone was calm and tender. “Trust me. I want to make you feel good.”
At that, Ava lay back down and waited, staring up at the ceiling. Trust wasn’t something that came easily to her. Not after losing her parents as a small child or being thrown out into the world alone at the ripe age of seventeen. And especially not after what Zack had put her through.
But Kade was different. Somehow she could sense he’d never harm her. Never put her in danger. After all, he had been there to help her escape from Jarred. Who knew what could have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
Another frosty pinch nipped at her as he stroked the ice against her clit, but this time it was quickly followed up with the warmth and softness of his tongue. It was odd how pain and pleasure went so well together.
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