Page 82 of Frozen Hearts
I’m not sure what comes over me. Except that one moment I’m falling head-first into the cold ocean of his eyes, depending on them for survival; and in the next my arms are around his neck, my lips on his as I use his mouth to empty myself of every ounce of uncertainty, fear, and unease currently eating me alive.
His lips remain hard against mine, and snapping to my senses, I pull back, unable to look him in the eye as I murmur, “Sorry.”
God, what the hell was I thinking?Not only is kissing a client unprofessional, but I don’t even know this man. Not even his name. Yet here I am, throwing myself at him.
He doesn’t respond, and after an awkward moment, I gather the courage and glance up at him through my lashes. He’s glaring down at me with the muscle in his jaw pulsing and his eyes blazing with a deadly fire.
Fuck, I’ve really gone and pissed him off now.
Lifting my head, I open my mouth intending to repeat my apology when he surges forward. The air is knocked from my lungs as my back hits the wall, and he swallows the gasp, his lips covering mine.
His kiss is rough, demanding, with a hint of saltiness that lingers on my tongue. His lips are no longer firm and resistant, but soft and pliable, exactly how I expected them to feel. He nips at my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth and stealing any hope I had of escaping this exchange unscathed.
The darkened hallway fills with the sweet chorus of soft sighs and labored breaths as he presses me more firmly against the wall. His hips grind against mine, the prominent bulge of his erection coaxing my desire higher. Bringing his hand between us, I whimper into his mouth as his fingers skim the wet patch of my panties. He groans, and I rock my hips, needy for more.
Planting one hand on the wall beside my head, he wrenches his lips from mine, staring down at me with wild eyes. His fingers continue to swipe teasingly along the front of my panties, coaxing me into a frenzy.
“Give me one honest truth and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll truly believe Heaven is a place on earth.”
I can’t think straight with the way he’s infiltrating my senses, leaving me torn as I stare up at him with glazed eyes. As if sensing I need more encouragement, he pushes his fingers beneath the waistband of my thong, sliding them through my wet lips.
“A truth,” he whispers in a gravelly voice against my ear.
“Only if you give me one in return,” I half moan. He hesitates before nodding in agreement, and I confess, “I like to dance… outside of here.”
He continues to stroke me, sending my body into a tailspin, which is the only reason why I continue talking. “It’s the only reason I applied for this job. I just wanted to dance. I need it to breathe, you know? It’s the one time when I feel whole. When I'm dancing, it doesn’t feel like the strings that normally hold me in place are slowly fraying apart. I can let go and not worry about the pieces of myself scattering all around me… because, at the end of the song, I know I’ll find a way to piece them back together—even if only for a moment.”
At my admission, his thumb circles my clit, sending sparks of electricity shooting along my nerves before he inserts the tip of his finger into my tight channel.
Dropping his head, his mouth rests against my ear as he drives his finger in and out, working me into a wild frenzy. “For weeks, I’ve thought about what it would be like to feel you pressed against me like this. I’ve wondered about the noises you’d make. Imagined how fucking good you’d feel strangling the life out of me while I made you come. Every time I wrap my hand around my cock and close my eyes, it’s you that I picture. It’syouthat I jerk off to. Your name that I grunt when I come over the shower wall instead of in your hot mouth or tight cunt.”
God, his dirty words are going to be the end of me.
Death by dirty talk. It might not be a thing, but Mr. Moody, Hot, and Arrogant is about to make it one.
“But that’s not the truth I wanted to share with you,” he continues in his straining rasp. “My truth for you is… the reality is so much better.”
Our breaths mingle as I stare up at him.
“Tell me, James. Have you gotten yourself off to the thought of me?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
It’s the truth. I didn’t technically have to give him one, yet I wanted him to know. Wanted him to know that in the early Saturday and Sunday hours, I’d laid awake in my bed, picturing his face hovering above mine, his strong, sturdy hands appraising my heated flesh as I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts and pretended it was him making me feel so good.
After being unable to reach an orgasm before coming to Halston, I’ve now found two very different men who can make me come—both by their touch and my own. I had written off the orgasm I gave myself in Logan’s presence as a one-time thing, but these last few weekends, when I’ve gotten home and climbed beneath the cool sheets of my bed, it’s Ruthless’ face I’ve seen reflected on the back of my eyelids. His voice I’ve heard as I pictured myself dancing for him in the private booth. Imagined what might happen if we went one step further as my hand slid between my thighs and my fingers stretched me wide.
Perhaps I’m not as broken as I believe. Perhaps there’s something in the water at Halston U. Or perhaps their damage speaks to mine in a song without words. One that, instead of breaking us apart, melds us together.
“Good. Now let me hear the noises you’ll make when I eventually destroy your pussy with my cock.”
Fuck.
It was an order, one I’m helpless to defy as my release barrels through me, taking over control of my limbs and consuming me until I’m no longer able to contain it.
By the time I come back into my body, I’m weak-kneed and breathless. Peeling back my eyelids, I look into darkened pools of deep blue lust as Ruthless’ face lingers inches above mine.
After what feels like an eternity where we’re the only two people left on earth, his features slowly shift back into their usual, haughty expression, before he steps back. Cool air rushes in, causing me to shake as it strokes the hyper-sensitive nerve endings along my skin, and I watch mutely as he grants me one final truth.
