Page 36 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“I have no interest in you. How many times must I tell you?” Mathar sounded exasperated with her constant nagging. Then she watched as he bent over and stripped off his boots. Then he straightened and began to work on the belt on his pants.
A blush deepened on her cheeks. She flung her hands out. “Wait!”
He froze as his head snapped up to look at her.
“Can’t you stay dressed?” Adorra tried to make her voice sound strong, but there was a bit of a quake in there that she was unable to hold back.
Mathar stared at her in silence for a few seconds but then relented with a nod. His hands undid his belt, and he whipped it off, but he stopped there.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he was going to take mercy on her delicate senses. She felt another blush adorn her cheeks. She still hadn’t slept with a man, and now she was getting a lot closer with an ice giant then she’d ever been with any human man, even Edmund.
Adorra had kissed a few men of course, but she’d made sure it never went any further. Even Edmund was forced to wait until their wedding night. She stopped herself. She didn’t want to relive that night any more than she had to because it always brought her nightmares.
She was just glad Mathar was keeping most of his clothing on.
“I won’t bite.” He promised.
Adorra glanced over at him. He’d settled himself under a fur covering while she’d been stuck in her thoughts.
She tossed him a confident smile as she walked over to him. With a deep breath, she laid down on the ground and pulled the fur cover over herself. She made sure she scooted as far away from him as she could get in the cramped tent. She wasn’t too concerned about how cold it would get. With a tent this small, they’d have no trouble keeping it nice and toasty. Mathar was radiating heat from where he was laying.
Placing her head on the ground, she closed her eyes and let her dreams pull her into the blissful retreat of sleep.
A songbird tweeting its delight at the start of another day woke Adorra from her restless sleep. Although she was wide awake, she kept her eyelids closed, enjoying the feel of being in bed, and then everything from the previous day rushed back to her, and she felt herself tense.
She wished she was back at the manor in her bed with the comfort of her soft blankets and familiar scents. But here she was on an adventure to find her sister. Jasmine was going to owe her after this. There were a lot of people in this world who would never come after their loved one when they needed help, but Adorra was the elder sister, so she felt responsible for Jasmine. They didn’t have parents to look after them, so it was their job to look after each other.
She wasn’t even sure what she’d be able to do for Jasmine, or if she should believe what Mathar was telling her. But there was nothing she could do about it right now. She’d made a decision not to flee, and she still thought it was for the best. There was no one in her kingdom who’d be able to help her with the rock giants attacking them, so this was all up to her.
Adorra’s back felt toasty warm, while her front was a bit chilled. She scooted a little closer to the warmth. Her body was eager to absorb all the heat it could from the source radiating behind her. She wanted nothing more than to turn over and snuggle closer to the warmth that was calling her name.
That is until that warmth rolled over and draped a heavy arm over her chest and cupped a breast in one of his warm hands.
She shot awake in a split second, but it wasn’t soon enough. She felt something hard prod against her backside. He was awake as well and way too happy to be awake!
Adorra did the only thing she could think of when she had such little time to process. She let out a high pitched scream, as she yanked herself away from him, taking the fur cover with her as she rolled over, away from him.
“For fuck sake woman!” Mathar hollered as he put his hands to his ears at the rude awakening. “Stop your infernal screaming!”
Adorra snapped her mouth shut. Her screaming had done as she’d desired. She’d wanted him to remove his hand and wake him up like he’d rudely awaken her. Mission accomplished.
“You were groping me!” She pointed an accusing finger over at him.
Mathar watched her eyes and saw the fear that glistened there in her hazel depths. There was also a spark of vexation at his wandering hand. A hand that hadn’t been awake enough to know it was doing anything wrong.
He wasn’t too sure what to say to her. Her breast had felt good being cupped in his hand, firm and filling, which bothered him because it shouldn’t have felt that pleasurable to have her body pressed up against him, but it had. His cock was in full agreement with him. It was hard and begging to be released from its confines in his pants.
He just wished Adorra hadn’t let out that ear piercing scream. Instead, he wished she would’ve let him strip her naked and enter her lush body that he’d only been able to get a tantalizing sample of in his sleep addled state.
Instead of saying anything, Mathar rose and grabbed his boots. She wouldn’t believe him even if he tried to defend himself. He’d been half asleep when his hand had decided to grope her breast. Now that he was awake, he regretted what had transpired just as much as she did.
She wasn’t his type, and he’d told her that last night. It was still as true this morning as it had been the night before. Before she could say anything more to him, he left the tent in a rush.
Once outside, he donned his boots.
Then Mathar straightened and breathed in the cool mountain air. That was exactly what he needed to lessen the raging fire inside of himself. His cock was still hard though. It clearly wasn’t done trying to convince him that she would be an appealing woman for him to bed.
It was time for a cold dip. That would get his mind off Adorra and her amazing curves that could make a man lose his mind with a single glance. Striding through the forest, he brushed past branches, swiping them out of his way as he headed for a stream he knew was nearby. It was close enough that he could be by her side in a second if she needed him.
As Mathar walked through the trees, he rubbed one of his ears with a finger. The poor thing was still ringing from her piercing scream. That damn woman was going to make him go deaf before he could get her to the ice giant castle and let her be Jasmine’s problem.
She did have a pair of lungs on her though. He’d give her that much. Too bad she hadn’t been as level-headed as he’d given her credit for.
