Cold Heat (Seasons of the Heart #1) by LeeAnne White Page B

a warrior. Sitting up further, she reached out and touched one of the scars, a long, puckered stretch of hardened skin that ran around his ribs and down toward his waist. Her gentle touch tore a growl from deep in his chest. Her eyes flicked back up to meet his, and his stare was both hot and primal. Kaylie continued to explore his body with her eyes and her fingertips, as she brought her hands up and traced the tattoos that wrapped around each one of his thickly muscled arms.
    Unable to stand not seeing all of her any longer, he reached behind her, unhooking and removing her bra, and trailing his fingers in the valley between her breasts and lower still until he reached the button to her jeans, deftly flicking it loose before lowering the zipper with one swift tug. Keeping his eyes on hers, he slipped his hand underneath the denim that was covering her, smiling with satisfaction when he felt the wet evidence of her arousal on her panties, his thumb teasing her nub.
    Leaning over her again, laying her back against the table, he took her mouth in another claiming kiss as he began rubbing the swollen bud of nerves, driving her closer and closer to the edge that she was more than willing to throw herself from.
    “Please,” she said. “Drake? Please, please, please.” Her head was twisting from side to side as the tension built up to the breaking point inside her. She was overcome with the sensations Drake was providing her. His mouth moved lower again, both kissing and nipping down the column of her neck, gently biting the spot where her neck and shoulder met. Kaylie couldn’t stop the moan when he applied that bit of pressure, seemingly marking her. Her body was flushed, her skin sensitive to the days growth on his face as he kept kissing and nibbling his way back down to her breasts.
    Drake slipped his finger beneath the elastic on her panties and then into her, thrusting his finger inside her tight channel until he felt her tightening around his finger. Hearing her cry out as he thrust his finger inside of her was the sweetest sound, and he was determined to hear that sound from her again and again. He watched, mesmerized, as he took her body higher and higher, adding a second finger, until she shattered around him, her body tightening and squeezing. A cry of pleasure breaking from her as her eyes looked into his while she broke. Drake withdrew his hand, bringing his finger to his mouth, licking her juices off of his hand. Scooping Kaylie up into his arms, he carried her sated body into his bedroom, and laid her on her back. His mind thinking about how right she felt in his arms.
    “Drake, but you didn’t?”
    “ Oh, no honey, but I’m not done with you. You are a sweet temptation that I just can’t seem to resist.” He leaned back down and kissed her gently. “Can you handle more, sweetheart?”
    Kaylie nodded her head as she sat up and started tugging at the belt around his waist, and then freeing the button on his pants and lowering his zipper. She pulled his jeans and boxers down until he sprung free, his cock acting like a divining rod, pointing at her. Her eyes were large as she reached out and ran her hands up and down his length. He was longer and thicker than she was used to, and she shuddered with anxiety at the thought of how he would stretch and fill her.
    Drake stopped her motion. “Sweetheart, if you keep that up, I’m not going to make it inside of you, and I want to feel you when you come apart again around my cock, but not yet. He pushed her back down and settled himself once again between her legs. Going to his knees, he draped her legs over his shoulders before leaning in and licking her slit. He watched her as he began tasting her, his tongue doing what his finger s had done moments before. He could not get over how sweet she tasted as he continued destroying her defenses. He placed his hands on her hips as he took her clit in his mouth, sucking it before gently biting down on it while putting