Page 66 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Chapter 16
Mathar couldn’t drag his eyes away from her ass, which was swaying with the horse’s movements. Back and forth. Back and forth. He could come to love that ass.
Heck, he could come to love all of her. Especially, if it was in his bedchamber. Naked and ready for him was how he wanted her. Like their night in front of the hot coals of the hearth.
The more Mathar tried to resist her siren’s call the more he felt himself being pulled towards her. It was like she’d sunk an invisible hook into his flesh, pulling him after her. Life was throwing them together time and time again, and he was beginning to wonder if he should just let it happen.
He was tempted to ride beside her so that her ass wasn’t right there for his greedy gaze, but then he’d have a look at something even more appealing, her jiggling breasts. He knew she was well endowed, and the jostling of the horse would send her breasts bouncing to the delight of his eyes.
He scrubbed a hand down his face roughly. He was like a young man, randy and ready to take Adorra at a moment’s notice.
Mathar had always believed he would remain unattached and without a family… but here she was tempting him to think he might someday want the chance to have a family of his own. He could too easily imagine her growing thick with his child.
His parents may not have been the best role models growing up, but there was a small blossom of hope growing in his chest now that he’d met Adorra that he could open himself up enough to have a family of his own. He’d never be his father, but the prickle of fear in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him be. There was a saying about the apple not falling from the tree, and he worried it would only prove to be true about him. Being raised around such violence had to take its toll.
Ripping his gaze away from Adorra’s butt, he hoped they wouldn’t be staying out for too long because then he’d have to deal with the bulge in his pants bothering him.
Adorra finally came to the decision that she was a little disappointed the ice giant people were accepting her so readily. If they acted out and tried to end her life, she felt like it would help her to persuade Jasmine that they weren’t meant to be here.
Yet, no one seemed intent on causing her any harm.
It wasn’t like she wanted someone to make an attempt on her life, she just needed something to happen that could help her convince her sister to escape with her. It wasn’t like she could drag Jasmine away kicking and screaming. She’d be stopped before she even got a few feet.
“Here,” Jasmine pointed to a stall nearby, “there’s something here that I think you would love. I saw it a few weeks ago, but you weren’t here yet. Would you like to take a look?” Jasmine pierced her with her eager eyes, and Adorra felt herself nodding her head, unable to refuse her sister.
Dryden dropped to the ground and rushed over to assist Jasmine down to the ground.
Adorra glanced down at the ground and wondered if she could make it down on her own without making a complete fool out of herself.
Mathar strode up to her, and a frown once more adorned her face.
“You can try to smile every once in a while.” Mathar scolded her as he offered her a hand.
“I’m only accepting your help because I can’t get off this huge horse without it.” She had no idea why she felt the need to tell him that, but she did.
He nodded his head. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
She ground her teeth. All she wanted to do was smack the smile off his face. Here she was feeling divided as a whirlpool of emotions flooded through her, and he was acting like there wasn’t a single care in the world.
Adorra slipped her hands into his and resisted the urge to pull them back when a spark of energy flowed between them. He whipped her off the saddle before she could change her mind, slipping her body down the length of his.
Her breath hitched in her chest. Her heart hammered away as her mouth popped open, and she looked up at him. His dark eyes immediately captured hers, and then his head dipped down, and he planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Her eyelids slid closed, and she felt herself relax against him. It felt so normal. She felt like she belonged there in his embrace.
His hands wandered over her, briefly cupping her buttocks and massaging the soft orbs through her dress.
Then the sounds of the market worked their way back into her mind, and she shoved him away, breaking the magical moment that’d been growing between them. Quickly, she backed away from him.
“Don’t you ever touch me like that again.” But Adorra wasn’t sure who she was more angry at for their stolen moment. Him or herself. She was showing no self-restraint around him, and it frustrated her.
When she looked over at Dryden and Jasmine, she noticed, to her relief, that the two lovebirds hadn’t seen the moment she and Mathar had shared.
“Never again.” Adorra turned back to Mathar. She didn’t need this getting around. She couldn’t very well yell at her sister to see sense when she was also sleeping with an ice giant.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
She scowled at him.
He held up his hands. “I won’t touch you unless you want it.”
