Page 11 of Ice Storm

He growls, and the next thing I know, he has me pressed against the wall, his mouth on mine. I open up for him with a moan, and his tongue sweeps inside, sliding against mine. His cock presses against my stomach, igniting a fire between my thighs that I know only he can extinguish. Breaking the kiss, his mouth burns a trail down my neck, nipping at my flesh and making me shiver with need.

“Harrison,” I breathe, wanting more,needingmore.

He drops his forehead to mine with a groan. “I touch you, and everything else fades away. We need to stop, or this will end with me fucking you on that hospital bed with the door unlocked.”

His words bring me back to the present, and my cheeks heat. He’s right. One touch and I lose myself in him.

I’ve known this man for a week, but my heart has known him for a lifetime.

Traffic is heavy, and it seems to take forever to get back to Harrison’s apartment in Manhattan. We take the elevator up to the top floor, and I gasp as he opens the door.

Harrison shucks off his shoes, and I do the same, leaving them beside his as I follow him into the open-plan living area.

“Wow,” I breathe, taking it all in.

I’m immediately struck by the coloreverywhere. The white walls are covered with landscapes of New York, close-ups of vibrant graffiti, and bookcases loaded with books. A corridor leads to what I assume are the bedrooms.

“Are you hungry?” Harrison asks.

“Starving,” I reply, having skipped breakfast.

“Want takeout? I’m certain there isn’t a lot of food in the fridge.”

I grin. “Sounds good.”

We settle on Chinese, and Harrison puts the order through, telling me to make myself at home. I perch on the edge of the sofa and fidget with the hem of my sweater.

But Harrison’s having none of it. “What are you doing all the way over there?” he grumbles, sitting next to me and tugging me against him.

I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. “Sorry, just a bit nervous.”

He tips my face with a finger beneath my chin so I look into his deep brown eyes. “If it’s any consolation, you make me nervous too.”

“I do?”

He nods. “Never felt anything like the connection I have with you, angel.” He smooths his thumb over my cheek. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” I ask softly.

“Everything.”

“Not much to tell. Mack put his career on hold to take care of me when our mom died. He’s ten years older than me. I was fourteen when cancer took her. Mack stepped up and became mother and father as well as my brother. He never knew his father, and mine took off when I was young, leaving Mom with a baby and a ten-year-old to raise alone. She had shitty luck with men,” I say sadly.

“Shit, that’s rough,” Harrison says quietly, running his fingers through my hair.

“Yeah. I miss Mom every day.”

“I’m glad you had Mack. He’s a good man.”

“The best.” I smile. “A little protective, at times, but I know it’s because he loves me.”

“I’d be protective, too, if I had a sister who looks like you.”

I flush at the compliment. “So, it’s just you and Noah? Are your parents around?”

“Yep, just Noah and me. Mom and Dad are very active and enjoying their retirement traveling the world. They’re rarely home. Married for thirty-five years and still like newlyweds,” he says affectionately.

I smile. “I love that. It’s good to know relationships can last.”

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