CHAPTER 40

PARRISH’S POV

Running wet, icy trails with an ice cube in her mouth down my back not only sent shivers of pleasure throughout my entire my body, it left me almost paralyzed. The tip of her fingers were cold from picking up the ice and when she touched me with them, the goose bumps that developed on my skin were fat and prickly to touch, my muscles flexed involuntarily when she swiped the sharp tip of her acrylics over them. A soft groan escaped my lips and it seemed to entice Jessica or probably aggravate her further because she escalated to an even more aggressive nibbling of a particular delicate spot of my neck that always sent me off the rails – gripping the sheets and aching for more of her and her sweet supple flesh, for more of her delicate skin next to mine because the heat that radiated from her was like a drug to me – it was like an addiction that I couldn’t curb. I pulled her closer, my hands firmly clutched around her waist. Like a dirty habit, her lips met mine – slow, so