Page 45 of Hell Kissed
“We have to go, Love,” Latham says as his gaze dips from my eyes to my lips.
His hand is still warmly beneath my shirt, his thumb skimming the tender curve of my breast.
The air in my lungs ceases to exist.
I watch him as he studies me. Aric smooths my hair down intimately as his hands slowly fall away. The two of them steal away their delicious touch like magic dissipating in the cold icy wind.
A heartbroken look shines more than ever in the tragically beautiful gaze of the fenrir in front of me.
And then he walks away.
Chapter Fifteen
Ass Masks
Aric
Climbing the Ice Mountain has never been this hard. And neither has my cock.
A grunt growls through me as I adjust my jeans for the third time this morning and follow the halo of an ass that’s leading me to the top. A better man wouldn’t look.
But a better man is a bitch for missing the sight I’m basking in right now.
The tight black jeans she pulled on this morning cling to her curves as a heavy coat blankets nicely around her frame. Honestly, part of me is just thankful her lips aren’t blue anymore. And the other part of me…
I peer up at the godsend of a view above me and adjust all over again.
Latham lingers at her side, offering her a hand here and there when she bends at the waist to get a better grip on the icy rocks. I pause every time, occasionally lifting her boot up with my palm to get her to the next handhold. My face is nearly buried in her ass each time, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay. I’m a gentleman through and through.
Latham arches a brow at me after the second time it happens, but I earn a sweet ‘thank you’ as well as an ass mask while he just gets forgotten and a bit of hand holding as a reward.
I wink his way, but he just shakes his head and ignores me.
Or pretends to.
The wind snaps around her frost-kissed blonde hair, and she’s so tired I can see it in the dullness of her blue eyes when they meet mine. She looks down at me for far too long, and I can’t stand it anymore. I storm up the steep incline, and her confusion only deepens when my hands slide around her thighs and I haul her up. Her legs lock all the way around my hips as she stares down on me with parted lips.
Mmm. I like this.
I think I’ll keep her here for the rest of the trip.
Until her cold hand snaps across my cheek.
“Put me down! You’re going to get us both killed.”
Ouch. Weird way to say thank you…
Torben stops, and the sun circles around his hard features like the gods are looking down on him and him alone.
“Quit fucking around. We’re close.” He doesn’t pause for us though. He just keeps going.
Latham stands tall on the side of the mountain as he watches us closely, probably picking apart what it is this pretty woman sees in my messy, manic mind. You and me both, my friend.
Most women are intrigued by me. I don’t get a lot of social interaction, and I’m not about to waste it on censoring myself or tiptoeing around. They’re curious, but they’re not stupid enough to get too close. Fear always wins out over curiosity.
Rhys Love just doesn’t have that fear inside of her to save herself from me.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me want to keep her locked around my hips for the rest of our fucking lives.
