Page 54 of Ice Devil

Just when I realized I would likely end up in a hospital if not the morgue, warm and very strong hands grabbed me in midair, holding me aloft for a few seconds before pulling me to safety.

I was dragged away from the edge, gasping for air while powerful arms were wrapped around my waist and one very hard, throbbing cock was pressed against my aching butt.

The rush of adrenaline was spectacular, but the realization I’d almost been reduced to half my size from impact didn’t really have the effect as it should. Instead, I was fascinated by Beck managing to save me.

“How did you do that?”

He lifted my arm, brushing the rough pads of his fingers down my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached what I had in a death grip in my hand. “It’s magic.” He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching.

“Magic, huh?”

“Much needed around a woman who believes she has nine lives.”

“I am kitty, hear me roar,” I managed, tingling from his touch. “At least I saved your jeans from certain… death.”

“You’re not going to put yourself into any further danger.” He plucked the pants from my hand, much more careful where he tossed them.

“You’re going to make certain of that?” With my hand freed, I placed both on his chest, kneading his muscles while swooning.

“Yes, I am.” He cupped my face with one hand while rolling the fingers of his other over my shoulder, the whispered touch leaving me aching all over.

“How?”

Beck slipped his thumb under my jaw, lifting my head. “Because I’m not going to allow you out of my sight.” His lips hovered over mine for several seconds, long enough that all the noise vanished, my pulse beginning to slow from the earlier high and my mind free of anxiety about my head being smashed like a pumpkin.

The only thing I could or wanted to concentrate on was how incredible I felt in being in his arms. How handsome the man was standing in front of me. And how wet my pussy had become from the raging desire turning me into a wanton hussy.

Which I was perfectly fine with.

When his lips finally touched mine, I slowly collapsed into his arms, by body melting from the excessive heat. He toyed with me, his lips opening mine. Every action was gentle, controlled yet I sensed within seconds, the peaceful moment would end.

Our breathing remained ragged, the soft thudding of our hearts picking up in intensity. When his grip on my neck tightened, I nipped his bottom lip, laughing softly as I did.

That was the very moment all bets were off, no more kid gloves or patience left.

We were far too hungry.

He crushed his lips over mine, immediately thrusting his tongue inside while I raked my nails up his arms to his shoulders and over to his back.

The way he shuddered as he pulled me even closer was powerful. The taste of him was amazing, sweet peppermint mixing with the sharp and tangy tequila. My skin vibrated from a light buzzing jolt of current that created a giant wave of excitement.

He slipped his hand to the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair. With the kiss deepening, I threw one leg around him, jumping so I could place the other.

The kiss was broken momentarily, just long enough to laugh, the sound buzzing our lips. Both even more breathless, the moment he hoisted me up further against his body, our lips smashed together once again.

This time, he was the one walking backward into the suite, finding the bed only a few seconds later. As he dumped us both onto the comforter, I managed to suck on his tongue. He rolled us over until I was on top, pressing both hands on his chest and pushing up with my elbows bent and my hair hanging over his face.

I nipped and sucked on his tongue and lips while he rolled his hands up and down my back. I’d never felt so much on fire as I did at this moment and I planned on enjoying every minute of what we were doing.

This time when I broke the kiss, I bit his lower lip until I tasted just a hint of blood, pulling back and laughing as soon as I did.

“You’re on fire,” he growled, his eyes as glassy as mine felt. Seeing wasn’t necessary as I’d already been rewarded with sheer enjoyment of studying his handsome, muscular body. However, touching him was vital.

“Absolutely. I’m curious what you’ve done to me. You must have some magic in that big body of yours.”

“It’s all in the lips, baby. All in the lips.” He rolled his arms behind his head, settling in as if he planned on me doing all the work.

Not that I minded.