Page 40 of A Touch of Frost
When she opened her eyes, Frost climbed to her knees beside me, then tossed one leg over me to kneel astride my body. She braced her palms to my chest, caressing down my pecs to my abs before pulling on the waist of my trackpants.
Our eyes met and Frost smiled shyly before leaning forward. Her hair spilled forward over our faces, smelling like roses and fire.
“God, I love the way you smell.” I confessed.
“From another man, that would sound creepy.” She teased.
I moaned.
She kissed me and I offered her my control my spreading my lips for her. Frost took it, pressed her tongue into my heat and found my tongue. I moaned, feeling the electric fire tear through me.
I wrapped an arm around her back and dragged my fingers up to the back of her neck. She rolled her hips against mine, squeezing my cock.
A low rumble escaped my throat as she released my lips and kissed down my body. The softness of her hair dragged over my skin and I melted.
I pushed to my elbows to watch her head go lower and lower until she had my pants sliding down my thighs as she made her way down. She touched me, kissed my abdomen then the insides of my thighs.
Her kisses were soft and hot and drove me insane.
Needing to watch her, I caught her hair in one palm to see her eyes, to watch her tongue flow over my skin. When her mouth finally engulfed over the head, my eyes rolled back and I held my breath.
“Yes.” I exhaled.
Frost took me deep to the back of her throat, my hand weakened and fell away from her hair. Frost met my eyes, allowing me to watch the way she used her tongue on me, to see her beautiful pink lips wrapped around me.
“Abigail…”
I rolled my hips upward, slowly giving her inch after inch of me, hearing her gag and pulled back. She smiled coyly down at me and kissed up my frame again until she plunged her tongue into my mouth. Wrapping an arm around her, I rolled us over, and used my body to press her into the bed.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, kissing the swells of her breasts then her neck. “If you aren’t, now is the time to tell me.”
“Don’t stop.”
As her voice caught my ears, my heart soared happily. I was pretty sure my world would have ended if she had changed her mind.
Nipping at her ear, I made trails down her body with my lips and tongue. I listened to her soft sighs, her whispers of my name and trembled as her nails dug into my shoulders and down my back.
Abigail Ryder made me feel like a man—strong and wild.
Losing myself in her hadn’t been hard. A swirl of her tongue, a pass of her fingertips and I was lost.
I licked where I’d yearned to ever since I met her. Her taste didn’t disappoint me and a low purr escaped her lips. I swirled my tongue around her clit, flicked it then sucked it into my mouth.
“Shit!” Frost called, pulling on my hair.
I tasted from her, loving her flow down my chin until she climaxed on my tongue. She gripped my shoulder, trying to push me away. Instead, I wrapped my arm around her thighs and pushed her again until she screamed my name and orgasmed again.
Her body shook violently against my hold. My name tumbling from her lips with each exhaled breath.
In that moment, I knew what she liked, and that knowledge made me giddy. But as I tried sliding into her, I had to stop and look down into her face.
“Frost…”
“Please. When we’re like this.” She pressed her face into my neck and tangled her arms around me. Frost said something but her voice was muffled against my skin.
“I didn’t get that last part.”
“Don’t call me that.” She tilted her head back. “When we’re like this.”
