Page 24 of Ice Devil

I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of his aftershave as the warmth of his body caressed my own. “I don’t mind living dangerously.” The admittance left me feeling vulnerable inside, but at the same time, I was close to being giddy from excitement.

At this point, I should learn to expect the unexpected from him, but when he tossed me over his shoulder, another gasp left my lips.

“What are you doing?” The demanding tone was more typical of the woman who’d flown in from Chicago, not the one lured into a quick, passionate affair.

He gave my ass a sharp, stinging slap through the thin material of my pants. “Whatever I want.”

“You really are a brute.”

Another crack of his hand burned deep within. He moved from the living room of the suite, easily finding the bedroom. “You’re just figuring that out? You can lead the article with that line.”

“The Devil went down to Arizona.”

His laugh was far too sultry. So was another savage smack of his hand on my backside. The sound alone created a deep core throb that I wasn’t used to. I found all of this, the entire night incredibly hot. There was something about his gruff mannerisms that turned me on, but perhaps what had unlocked the desire was the opposing personality he’d allowed me to play witness to.

If only for a little while.

With another crack of his hand against my bottom, he lowered me onto my feet. He cupped my face with both hands, peering into my eyes, his indescribable. They were so luminous that in the light of the bedroom, they appeared to be glowing.

Gazing over his body, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out or begging him to fuck me. I wanted to enjoy the moment.

He kissed my lips softly this time, brushing them back and forth before nipping the same lip in the same place as I’d done seconds before. When he bit down, I had a sense he was laying claim, a primal effort of marking me.

The thought was ridiculous, yet penetrated my mind. I gripped his wrists while he teased my mouth, darting just the tip of his tongue inside.

However, the longing we shared didn’t allow the gentle passion to remain for long. As soon as I rubbed my hands up his chest, he threw his head back and tugged at my tee shirt. There was no question about who was in charge.

I took a deep breath, completely rattled as he undressed me. While there was a sense of urgency, there was no ripping of clothes, no demand made. Just a man taking control while enjoying unveiling a prize.

Since when had I experienced a man looking at me with such extreme desire? The honest truth? Never. Not once. I was thrown by wanting to touch him, which I sensed he had no intention of allowing.

With every action taken slow and easy, he removed pieces of my clothing one at a time. While unfastening my bra, his eyes never left mine, a soulful look that caused me to hold my breath. As soon as he pitched the material aside, he cupped my breasts, taking and holding a deep breath while rubbing his thumbs back and forth across my already aching nipples.

I was unsteady on my feet, concentrating on trying to keep from falling prey to my knocking knees. Somehow, I knew he had no intention of allowing me to fall. With another blistering look, he lowered his head, taking one hardened bud into his mouth.

Very slowly I lifted my head toward the ceiling. The sensations were wild, his hot mouth against my cool skin creating an electric wave of vibrations. I could feel my breathing coming in labored spurts while he rolled one nipple between his fingers. When he pinched the tender tissue, I was pitched forward, moaning from the sweet shock.

His subtle laugh was just the beginning of his savage sounds. I stroked his shoulders, marveling in the way his muscles felt to my fingertips. He was built like no other man I’d ever seen. Was his physical beauty because of his shifter blood? I didn’t know and tossed aside the curiosity. I’d study more about his body later.

Much later.

He rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking his time to suck until I was extra sensitive. When he lifted his head, the appearance of his eyes was completely different. The gold flecks I’d seen surrounding his irises were more pronounced, a ring of fire that became hypnotizing.

Still with every move slow and deliberate, he rubbed his hands down my sides to the waistband of my trousers. One hand was all he needed to unfasten them, peeling away the material while taking several deep breaths. As he pulled my trousers over my hips, another rush of heat tickled every pore, every inch. I was suddenly shoved into the moment of embarrassment that I’d almost laughed at before, incapable of thinking clearly.

Beck dropped to his knees in front of me, slowly dragging the material lower, only stopping long enough to remove one shoe then the other. He was in a full concentration mode when removing the pants altogether.

Now in only a lacy thong, I cinched my eyes shut as the tickling sense of heat scorched the skin of my neck, cresting across my jaw.

He was still partially clothed, which made this that much more sinful. Using the rough pads of his fingers, he rubbed the outside of my thighs, the slow and easy dance more peaceful than it should be.

“Sloane.” His tone was even darker, the single word almost said as if a warning. I had the urge to try to defy him again, but damn it if he didn’t know the evil thoughts.

Another hard smack against my aching bottom and I yelped, my eyes open wide.

“Look at me. Don’t take your eyes away. Do you understand?” Was his question a passionate threat?

Maybe so. “Yes, sir. Or maybe I should say yes, master.”