His breath hisses through his teeth with a sharp intake of air as the cold slips over his skin. You can swear you see steam rise from his sweat slicked skin as you move the bit of ice over his neck and down his chest. A low groan escapes him and his stomach tenses, a ripple of muscle as you drag the ice over that sexy little scar and down. His hips buck in reflex and you tighten your thighs around him, holding him in place.
"Please," he growls as you slide the ice over the dip of his hipbones.