Page 218 of Frost and Death
The sheets are messy, slightly dampened from the weather and our activities last night. Our chests rise and fall in blissful tandem.
As the grogginess abates, I nuzzle into Jerrick and wrap my arms around him, earning a groaned sigh before he tugs me in closer.
I snicker, unable to stop my giddiness.
Jerrick’s eyes are closed, his breathing even and calm. Wisps of his dark hair escaped through the night.
I tuck each loose strand behind his ear, smoothing the furrow forming along his brow.
He hums at my touch. “Good morning.”
I scoot up and peck him on the cheek, his eyes opening and focusing on me. That damned dimple appears, and I do not stop smiling.
I greet him with a slow, languid kiss. “Good morning.”
Jerrick moves, arms lifting to stretch. A long yawn escapes him before he returns to his previous position. He envelops me as I, too, yawn, refusing to move from this perfect position. He tilts his chin down, kissing my forehead.
I close my eyes, savoring this peaceful rapture.
“Are you well?”
I incline my head. “And you?”
He nods slowly, and my heart thumps against my chest as if it needs to crawl out of my body and mold itself on to Jerrick. Memories of last night surface, and my insides clench as I remember his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
I draw him in, seeking his skin to touch mine and satiate the need growing within. I’m not surprised by how fast Jerrick catches the shift in my thoughts as he willingly allows me closer to him, his hardening cock teasing me.
We trail our hands around each other, desire blooming.
His movements drag up my forearm, intertwining our hands. They link and unlink, each of us taking turns tracing the other’s skin, goose bumps prickling everywhere from his touch.
Deities, how could Inotfall for this man?
You have to let him go, Tove.
I can feel his stare, watching me, watching our hands.
“I have an idea for next time,” he says, promising seduction.
I raise my brow. “Oh?”
He plays more with my hand as he leans into my collarbone and drags his lips up the line of my neck. “Next time, I want to use our magic.”
I lean back, eyeing him warily. I’ve only used magic when pleasuring myself because I could manifest the tiniest of molecules of frost. While it is insanely pleasurable, I don’t know how that would work with me and Jerrick.
Without a doubt, his magic would completely unravel me faster than I could ever imagine. The suggestion is one I selfishly focus on, clinging to the idea of never leaving this room—never leaving him.
“And when is next time?”
A sinfully delicious smirk appears as he cups my backside, stealing my breath.
I startle at the proximity of his cock, inches from my entrance.
“Now,” he says, drawing me in for a kiss.
I moan as Jerrick’s mouth meets mine, savoring him, loving him. Our kiss deepens, and I tighten my hold on him, keeping him close as if he is the only air in the room.
An abrupt pounding comes from Jerrick’s door, startling us, and we break away from our bliss.
