Tropical Ice by Kat Mizera

Author:Kat Mizera [Mizera, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

She stared up at him in awe, her eyes wide and a little watery. She traced a finger along his perfectly chiseled chin and up around his cheekbones. She let her hand linger on his face, never breaking his gaze, as she studied his full lips and the faint stubble that had started to grow in. Without a word, she rose to her knees and straddled him, lifting her dress so it floated around their legs. He let one hand drift around to cup her backside but he was otherwise still, watching her as she touched every inch of his face, his throat, the side of his head. She used her fingernails to scrape against the grain of the closely cropped hair along both sides, so the short pieces brushed against the pads of her fingers. It was soft and she couldn’t resist moving up to the long hair that went down the middle of his skull. This piece probably hung down about four or five inches, and he’d slicked it back tonight so that it looked almost like a regular haircut.

She dug her fingers in it, rubbing until the gel he’d used gave up its hold and a piece fell over his forehead. Then she lowered her face to his and kissed him. When he tried to move she shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. “Let me love you. Let me love you so hard you forget about what horrible thing you did and only remember Garrett—my Garrett.”

He moaned as he let his head fall back. She was trailing her lips across his Adam’s apple, lightly nipping the skin at his throat, her fingers working the buttons of his shirt. She paused, needing to focus on the buttonholes so she could get to that wonderful skin beneath. Finally, his shirt was open and she placed her palm on his warm, rippled stomach. Without thinking, she bent her head so she could run her lips across it. She let her tongue glide across his skin, the salty taste making her want more.

“Baby…” His voice was hoarse with longing, the erection tenting his slacks belying his reluctance to let her stay in control.

“Not yet.” She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and indulged in the first fantasy she’d had about him: Exploring every one of his tattoos with her tongue. She wanted to—needed to—and wouldn’t stop until she had. “How many are there?”

“Tats?” he looked surprised. “Uh, 17?”

She laughed. “You don’t know?”

“There’s a few.”

“Where are the ones I can’t see?”

“Won’t it be more fun for you to discover them on your own?”

She smiled. “Get undressed.”

He smiled back and gently pushed her off to the side so he could take off his slacks. Standing there in his boxers, he held out his hand to her. “The first time isn’t going to be on the couch.”

She got to her feet and he hauled her against his chest.

“Take off the dress,” he whispered.

“I’m supposed to be in charge,” she whispered back.

“You are. But if I have to be in my undies, so do you.

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