rewarding
lowlifes for kidnapping me for years without anyone ever investigating
it and he might still be after me and I’m completely on my own because no one
will help me find him, but hey, Frost understands so that’s okay. Yippee.”
“You
aren’t alone.”
“Oh?
Because you’re here, is that it?” She flung her arms out and the furniture
shuddered, though Frost didn’t think she was aware of the TK ripple that
buffeted his chest. “You don’t get to be the hero here, Frost. You left me. You
washed your hands of me. So stay gone, damn it! Stop jumping into my life and
making it impossible to get over you!”
He blinked,
suddenly not sure whether they were talking about recent events or ancient
history. “I had to—”
“You
chose to,” she cut him off, the words brutal and sharp. “You chose to ignore
what we both wanted so you could be the noble one. But you know what, Frost? Leaving
the woman you love isn’t heroic . It didn’t create some magic bubble
around me so nothing could ever touch me. I was just as vulnerable as ever and you
weren’t there to protect me . So, no, you don’t get to waltz into my life
now with your goddamn hero rules and your goddamn hero superiority and yell at
me for finally being able to protect myself.”
Chapter Nine: The Ice Man Cometh
Frost
watched her, taking every shouted word without flinching, his expression as
frigidly controlled as ever, muscular arms folded beneath the soft grey hoodie.
“You finished?” he asked, his voice a rocky growl, when she ran out of steam.
Shit . She hadn’t meant to say that. Hadn’t
meant to say half of it. But damn, it had felt good. All those things she’d
wanted to scream at him for years and she’d finally done it. Take that,
Iceman . It was amazing how much anger you could build up over five years of
might-have-beens. She hadn’t been aware of it burning a hole inside her until
she let it out. She felt cleaner, clearer, as if a two ton weight had been
lifted off her sternum and she could breathe again.
Was
she finished?
“Yes.
I think I am.”
“Good.”
He crossed
the room in two long strides, wrapped one hand around her nape, hauled her
forward and kissed her.
Oh
mercy.
The
contact exploded through her, melting her on a wave of lust from the lips down.
He hadn’t admitted he was wrong to leave her. He hadn’t sworn never to do it
again. Hell, he hadn’t even apologized for hurting her all those years ago, but
right now she didn’t care. All that mattered in this moment was his mouth
moving expertly over hers, his hand a brand of ownership at the back of her
neck, and the electric shock of achy rightness that streaked through her blood.
God,
I missed this .
He
waited only long enough to make sure she was with him, kissing him back just as
hungrily, then he released her neck, gripping her jacket by both lapels and peeling
it back over her shoulders. It tangled around her arms, effectively handcuffing
her as the kiss stretched on, deepening and dragging her farther and farther
from rational thought. She struggled to free herself from the jacket, wanting
to be closer to him, to touch all that delicious muscle, but it seemed to have
twisted even more securely around her wrists. Frost cursed against her lips and
yanked at the knotted fabric as well— not helping .
How
many supers does it take to remove a jacket? Kim barely stopped herself from laughing, not
wanting to shatter the gorgeous, searing intensity of the moment. But then she
realized Frost was shaking, his entire body trembling—Frost, who never showed
emotion, finally broke the kiss to drop his forehead onto her shoulder and let
loose a guffaw. Her own giggles escaped.
“I’ve
been defeated by a coat,” he grumbled adorably.
Crap.
She was a goner if even his grumbles were adorable. “It’s a pretty fierce
coat.”
He
snorted and lifted his head. He brushed her hair away from her face, something
strangely tender in his
lowlifes for kidnapping me for years without anyone ever investigating
it and he might still be after me and I’m completely on my own because no one
will help me find him, but hey, Frost understands so that’s okay. Yippee.”
“You
aren’t alone.”
“Oh?
Because you’re here, is that it?” She flung her arms out and the furniture
shuddered, though Frost didn’t think she was aware of the TK ripple that
buffeted his chest. “You don’t get to be the hero here, Frost. You left me. You
washed your hands of me. So stay gone, damn it! Stop jumping into my life and
making it impossible to get over you!”
He blinked,
suddenly not sure whether they were talking about recent events or ancient
history. “I had to—”
“You
chose to,” she cut him off, the words brutal and sharp. “You chose to ignore
what we both wanted so you could be the noble one. But you know what, Frost? Leaving
the woman you love isn’t heroic . It didn’t create some magic bubble
around me so nothing could ever touch me. I was just as vulnerable as ever and you
weren’t there to protect me . So, no, you don’t get to waltz into my life
now with your goddamn hero rules and your goddamn hero superiority and yell at
me for finally being able to protect myself.”
Chapter Nine: The Ice Man Cometh
Frost
watched her, taking every shouted word without flinching, his expression as
frigidly controlled as ever, muscular arms folded beneath the soft grey hoodie.
“You finished?” he asked, his voice a rocky growl, when she ran out of steam.
Shit . She hadn’t meant to say that. Hadn’t
meant to say half of it. But damn, it had felt good. All those things she’d
wanted to scream at him for years and she’d finally done it. Take that,
Iceman . It was amazing how much anger you could build up over five years of
might-have-beens. She hadn’t been aware of it burning a hole inside her until
she let it out. She felt cleaner, clearer, as if a two ton weight had been
lifted off her sternum and she could breathe again.
Was
she finished?
“Yes.
I think I am.”
“Good.”
He crossed
the room in two long strides, wrapped one hand around her nape, hauled her
forward and kissed her.
Oh
mercy.
The
contact exploded through her, melting her on a wave of lust from the lips down.
He hadn’t admitted he was wrong to leave her. He hadn’t sworn never to do it
again. Hell, he hadn’t even apologized for hurting her all those years ago, but
right now she didn’t care. All that mattered in this moment was his mouth
moving expertly over hers, his hand a brand of ownership at the back of her
neck, and the electric shock of achy rightness that streaked through her blood.
God,
I missed this .
He
waited only long enough to make sure she was with him, kissing him back just as
hungrily, then he released her neck, gripping her jacket by both lapels and peeling
it back over her shoulders. It tangled around her arms, effectively handcuffing
her as the kiss stretched on, deepening and dragging her farther and farther
from rational thought. She struggled to free herself from the jacket, wanting
to be closer to him, to touch all that delicious muscle, but it seemed to have
twisted even more securely around her wrists. Frost cursed against her lips and
yanked at the knotted fabric as well— not helping .
How
many supers does it take to remove a jacket? Kim barely stopped herself from laughing, not
wanting to shatter the gorgeous, searing intensity of the moment. But then she
realized Frost was shaking, his entire body trembling—Frost, who never showed
emotion, finally broke the kiss to drop his forehead onto her shoulder and let
loose a guffaw. Her own giggles escaped.
“I’ve
been defeated by a coat,” he grumbled adorably.
Crap.
She was a goner if even his grumbles were adorable. “It’s a pretty fierce
coat.”
He
snorted and lifted his head. He brushed her hair away from her face, something
strangely tender in his
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