heartbeat. He responded to her submission with a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer into a protective embrace. Nicolla smiled. The ice king wasn’t so icy after all.
“Why Daddy Bear?” Andrew wanted to know.
“‘Cause you’re big and strong, and I know I can count on you. Even when I don’t show it, I always need you to be there for me.”
“You do?” He sounded incredulous.
Nicolla looked up. “Yes,” she murmured in a breathless gasp. “What did we do wrong, Andi? How did we end up like this?”
Andrew’s eyes softened. He palmed her face and brushed a thumb across her cheek. “I don’t know. I guess we just grew apart.”
“Well, I don’t want us to be like this anymore. Tell me about when we first met.”
“You mean you really don’t remember?”
Nicolla shook her head.
“We need to tell Dr Ash about your amnesia.”
“Andi! I’m fine. Tell me.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but then he conceded. “It was at a McMillan party, your former boss. New Year’s Eve. You were helping him with the dessert canapé when I accidentally bumped into you and knocked the tray.”
Nicolla widened her eyes. “That’s how we met?” How friggin’ lame .
“Well, yes.”
“Then what happened?”
“I helped you clean up the mess. I found you very attractive, and we chatted for a long time.”
“Did you ask me out right away?”
“Yes, but you declined.”
“Why would I do that?”
Andrew scrutinised her for a moment. He was probably looking for evidence to see if she was faking all this. “You were working on a big case. You simply didn’t have time for romance.”
“That’s nuts. When did you actually get to ask me again, and we went on a date for the first time?”
“A year later, when w—”
“A year later?” Nicolla was appalled now. What was wrong with that chick? She had this soft-spoken, handsome hunk interested in her and it took her a year to play cat and mouse. “I’m sorry, hon. I’ve just realised how foolish I was taking you for granted for all these years. I was so blinded by my ambitions, I didn’t see what mattered the most.”
Something had sparked in Andrew’s eyes when she’d said that. Nicolla thought she had just hit what she was after. “That night, in McMillan’s kitchen, if we were able to turn back time and do it all over again, tell me what you would have liked to do when we first met.”
Andrew looked hesitant.
“Come on, I’m your wife. Don’t you think we’re beyond this formality?”
Her encouragement brought a smile to his face. “If I could turn back time”—he paused, as if contemplating the idea for a moment—“and I was able to do things differently, I’d very much like to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Show me ,” Nicolla mouthed.
He sucked in a sharp inhalation at her plea. A heartbeat later, Nicolla found herself being swept off her feet and pinned between the cold steel of the refrigerator and the toned body of Andrew White. He groped her thighs, sliding her skirt upward. As soon as his hands claimed her hips, her feet left the floor. Andrew had lifted her body level with his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips were against his. His cock became hard in seconds. His mouth settled on hers, lips brushing. A tentative kiss. Innocently sweet. Nicolla murmured in encouragement. Andrew claimed her, kissing her hard. He swept his tongue over her palate and savagely nipped her bottom lip, rough enough to draw blood. She didn’t mind the abuse—she loved men with passion. Andrew panted—he looked like a man who had been denied carnal pleasures for too damn long, and now his hunger was demanding its fill.
She followed his lead, kissing him back with the same ferocity. Their kiss was a symphony of breathless gasps, growls and unsated longing. Wanton heat engulfed her. Her nipples hardened and familiar aches stirred from the centre of her sex. Her inner cat awakened and
“Why Daddy Bear?” Andrew wanted to know.
“‘Cause you’re big and strong, and I know I can count on you. Even when I don’t show it, I always need you to be there for me.”
“You do?” He sounded incredulous.
Nicolla looked up. “Yes,” she murmured in a breathless gasp. “What did we do wrong, Andi? How did we end up like this?”
Andrew’s eyes softened. He palmed her face and brushed a thumb across her cheek. “I don’t know. I guess we just grew apart.”
“Well, I don’t want us to be like this anymore. Tell me about when we first met.”
“You mean you really don’t remember?”
Nicolla shook her head.
“We need to tell Dr Ash about your amnesia.”
“Andi! I’m fine. Tell me.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but then he conceded. “It was at a McMillan party, your former boss. New Year’s Eve. You were helping him with the dessert canapé when I accidentally bumped into you and knocked the tray.”
Nicolla widened her eyes. “That’s how we met?” How friggin’ lame .
“Well, yes.”
“Then what happened?”
“I helped you clean up the mess. I found you very attractive, and we chatted for a long time.”
“Did you ask me out right away?”
“Yes, but you declined.”
“Why would I do that?”
Andrew scrutinised her for a moment. He was probably looking for evidence to see if she was faking all this. “You were working on a big case. You simply didn’t have time for romance.”
“That’s nuts. When did you actually get to ask me again, and we went on a date for the first time?”
“A year later, when w—”
“A year later?” Nicolla was appalled now. What was wrong with that chick? She had this soft-spoken, handsome hunk interested in her and it took her a year to play cat and mouse. “I’m sorry, hon. I’ve just realised how foolish I was taking you for granted for all these years. I was so blinded by my ambitions, I didn’t see what mattered the most.”
Something had sparked in Andrew’s eyes when she’d said that. Nicolla thought she had just hit what she was after. “That night, in McMillan’s kitchen, if we were able to turn back time and do it all over again, tell me what you would have liked to do when we first met.”
Andrew looked hesitant.
“Come on, I’m your wife. Don’t you think we’re beyond this formality?”
Her encouragement brought a smile to his face. “If I could turn back time”—he paused, as if contemplating the idea for a moment—“and I was able to do things differently, I’d very much like to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Show me ,” Nicolla mouthed.
He sucked in a sharp inhalation at her plea. A heartbeat later, Nicolla found herself being swept off her feet and pinned between the cold steel of the refrigerator and the toned body of Andrew White. He groped her thighs, sliding her skirt upward. As soon as his hands claimed her hips, her feet left the floor. Andrew had lifted her body level with his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips were against his. His cock became hard in seconds. His mouth settled on hers, lips brushing. A tentative kiss. Innocently sweet. Nicolla murmured in encouragement. Andrew claimed her, kissing her hard. He swept his tongue over her palate and savagely nipped her bottom lip, rough enough to draw blood. She didn’t mind the abuse—she loved men with passion. Andrew panted—he looked like a man who had been denied carnal pleasures for too damn long, and now his hunger was demanding its fill.
She followed his lead, kissing him back with the same ferocity. Their kiss was a symphony of breathless gasps, growls and unsated longing. Wanton heat engulfed her. Her nipples hardened and familiar aches stirred from the centre of her sex. Her inner cat awakened and
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