eyes. She didn’t want tender. She wasn’t ready for
tender. Not from him. Luckily, at that moment he was distracted by the way her
pinned arms thrust her breasts forward, arching her back. His gaze veered south,
those glacier blue eyes lighting lustfully. “This position does have
potential,” he murmured approvingly.
A
delicate trail of frost teased her overheated skin along the path of his gaze. Down
the column of her throat, over the knot of her clavicle and into the valley
between her breasts—just barely visible in the V of her button down shirt. Kim
shivered at the delicious sensation—both of his heated gaze and that cool
phantom touch—and flicked open another button on her shirt with her TK. Who
needed hands? A shimmy of her shoulders widened the gap as the shirt strained
over her swollen breasts.
He
hummed his approval, his hands gliding over her shoulders—but instead of going
where she wanted them, cupping her breasts or better yet stripping her to her
skin, they skated down her sides, missing all the good stuff and framing her
waist until his hand bumped up against the holster slung around her hips.
His
gaze finally dipped below the girls and he homed in on the gun belt with a
frown. “Is that a Taser?”
“I
call her Betty.”
“You
named your Taser. Of course you did.”
“She’s
very reliable.”
“And
yet you’ve still been kidnapped twenty-four times.”
“Twenty-five.
And don’t blame Betty. It isn’t her fault I’ve never really liked the idea of
frying someone first and asking questions later—especially since a super
strength Taser can kill a non-super person.”
His
frown grew even more ferocious. “How did you get a super strength Taser? You
need a permit and a sponsor to even buy one.”
“Justice
got it for me after kidnapping number five. It was sort of romantic, actually.”
Frost
growled, his hands tightening momentarily on her waist before he quickly stripped
off the gun belt and Taser. “New rule. No more talking about Justice. Especially
not in the context of romance.”
A
secret pleasure gathered in her stomach at his jealousy, but she bit back her
smile and just shrugged. Like magic, the movement released the knots of her
jacket and it slithered off her wrists to pool on the floor. Freed, Kim brought
her hands up to paint the muscles of Frost’s shoulders. He was bigger than he’d
been five years ago—the promise of a young man developing into the firm,
unyielding strength of a man in his prime. And damn if he wasn’t a prime
specimen.
Would
it hurt even more when he walked away this time?
Shit. She almost drew
back her hands, her better judgment getting the better of her. How had they
even gotten here? One second she was screaming at him and the next this? Bad
idea, Kim . Really bad idea .
But
Frost chose that moment to bend his face next to hers, his lips brushing
against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Damn, I’ve missed you.” And her best
intentions melted away.
He
caught her mouth again, quick, rough and perfect.
There
was no thought of putting on the brakes from that point on. Their clothes fell
away in a frenzy until she was in only her bra and panties and he in his
briefs. He lifted her then, his strong, dark hands framing her waist, and she
wrapped her arms and legs around him eagerly. His skin had that strange, tingling
coolness he’d once confessed he couldn’t control when he was turned on and the
contrast was insanely erotic against the burning flesh of her inner thighs, her
breasts, the insides of her arms where she clung to him. He shouldn’t have
seemed more alive, more searingly vital when he was iced like this, but damn if
it wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d ever felt. She arched her back so their
stomachs brushed and the jolt of sensual awareness that ripped through her was
almost enough to make her come right there.
They
were moving, crossing the apartment, and then she was falling back on a fluffy
duvet and he
tender. Not from him. Luckily, at that moment he was distracted by the way her
pinned arms thrust her breasts forward, arching her back. His gaze veered south,
those glacier blue eyes lighting lustfully. “This position does have
potential,” he murmured approvingly.
A
delicate trail of frost teased her overheated skin along the path of his gaze. Down
the column of her throat, over the knot of her clavicle and into the valley
between her breasts—just barely visible in the V of her button down shirt. Kim
shivered at the delicious sensation—both of his heated gaze and that cool
phantom touch—and flicked open another button on her shirt with her TK. Who
needed hands? A shimmy of her shoulders widened the gap as the shirt strained
over her swollen breasts.
He
hummed his approval, his hands gliding over her shoulders—but instead of going
where she wanted them, cupping her breasts or better yet stripping her to her
skin, they skated down her sides, missing all the good stuff and framing her
waist until his hand bumped up against the holster slung around her hips.
His
gaze finally dipped below the girls and he homed in on the gun belt with a
frown. “Is that a Taser?”
“I
call her Betty.”
“You
named your Taser. Of course you did.”
“She’s
very reliable.”
“And
yet you’ve still been kidnapped twenty-four times.”
“Twenty-five.
And don’t blame Betty. It isn’t her fault I’ve never really liked the idea of
frying someone first and asking questions later—especially since a super
strength Taser can kill a non-super person.”
His
frown grew even more ferocious. “How did you get a super strength Taser? You
need a permit and a sponsor to even buy one.”
“Justice
got it for me after kidnapping number five. It was sort of romantic, actually.”
Frost
growled, his hands tightening momentarily on her waist before he quickly stripped
off the gun belt and Taser. “New rule. No more talking about Justice. Especially
not in the context of romance.”
A
secret pleasure gathered in her stomach at his jealousy, but she bit back her
smile and just shrugged. Like magic, the movement released the knots of her
jacket and it slithered off her wrists to pool on the floor. Freed, Kim brought
her hands up to paint the muscles of Frost’s shoulders. He was bigger than he’d
been five years ago—the promise of a young man developing into the firm,
unyielding strength of a man in his prime. And damn if he wasn’t a prime
specimen.
Would
it hurt even more when he walked away this time?
Shit. She almost drew
back her hands, her better judgment getting the better of her. How had they
even gotten here? One second she was screaming at him and the next this? Bad
idea, Kim . Really bad idea .
But
Frost chose that moment to bend his face next to hers, his lips brushing
against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Damn, I’ve missed you.” And her best
intentions melted away.
He
caught her mouth again, quick, rough and perfect.
There
was no thought of putting on the brakes from that point on. Their clothes fell
away in a frenzy until she was in only her bra and panties and he in his
briefs. He lifted her then, his strong, dark hands framing her waist, and she
wrapped her arms and legs around him eagerly. His skin had that strange, tingling
coolness he’d once confessed he couldn’t control when he was turned on and the
contrast was insanely erotic against the burning flesh of her inner thighs, her
breasts, the insides of her arms where she clung to him. He shouldn’t have
seemed more alive, more searingly vital when he was iced like this, but damn if
it wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d ever felt. She arched her back so their
stomachs brushed and the jolt of sensual awareness that ripped through her was
almost enough to make her come right there.
They
were moving, crossing the apartment, and then she was falling back on a fluffy
duvet and he
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