Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

Oh no you don’t. I wouldn’t embarrass myself all over again in front of these men. No thank you. I focused my thoughts on how it’d feel to stand nude in the Arctic.

Max glanced at his watch. “It’s close to midnight.” He rubbed his hands across his tired eyes and raised his gaze to Zach. “I suspect there’s more you need to say here?”

Zach nodded.

“Right, let’s regroup in the morning.” He gestured toward me. “Bring her with you. Eddie and I will assist you with the case.” He stood from his seat, heading toward the door with Eddie following behind.

“Great. I can go home.” I stretched and smiled. “Oh, how sweet that sounds.”

Zach shook his head. “Sorry to ruin your good mood, but you’re not going home. Since I can’t talk to Kipp without you, you need to stay close to me until this case is solved.”

I huffed, folded my arms across my chest and even stomped my foot. Yes, I’m capable of such things after the shit I’d gone through. “What do you mean I can’t go home? Where am I supposed to go?”

Kipp’s expression swept with raw intense heat. “To my bed, of course.”

Chapter Five

The cozy bed and warm blanket invited me as I snuggled my head against the pillow with a sigh. Kipp’s room was the definition of a man’s space—dark-gray walls, cherry wood furniture and black bed sheets. But it provided me with everything I needed, peace and quiet.

A creak against the floorboard caught my attention and I lifted my head. The sight before me not only confused me, but shocked me. I rubbed my eyes, blinking a couple more times, however the image remained.

“You want me, haven’t you?” Kipp’s voice filled with emotion and washed over my body to send tingles straight to my center.

I nodded, incapable of speech. He stood at the end of the bed, naked. His wide shoulders melted away to arm muscles I couldn’t deny were a piece of God’s handiwork. His chest bulged with two impeccable square muscles, and lord, did I crave to run my hands along his tanned flesh all the way down to the hard lines of his abs.

Apparently, he wanted me too. His thick erection was so hard it never moved from its eager position while he made his way closer toward me. He met the edge of the bed, placed a knee on the mattress and I forced my gaze back to his eyes. The grin on his face held more power to arouse me than his body did.

A rush of pure lust took me to a place my mind couldn’t process or contain. I raised myself off the bed and took his gorgeous face in my hands. “Make me forget why it’s wrong to love you.”

“I’ll do that and more.” He closed the distance between us to capture my lips.

How can he touch me?

My hesitation only lasted a second when his wet tongue swept across mine in slow, steady movements. How his soft lips molded with mine so perfectly. He grabbed onto the back of my head and deepened the kiss. His breath came rough through his nose as his lips became firmer, guiding me to feel the strength—the presence—that lived within him.

Oh how I believed it. Not only with his mouth against mine, but in his muscles as I moved my hands from his face and ran them gingerly along his biceps, causing each one to flex in response.

He nibbled through the kisses, took my tongue into his mouth to suck it, and with a deep groan, he devoured me as if he’d waited a lifetime to have my body just this way.

I whimpered in need. I’d never been so aroused from kissing. The longer our embrace went on, the more I wished he’d get on with it and take me until I saw stars. But as he drew away from my mouth, I met his ravishing gaze and an undeniable truth lived within. He’d only begun. His desire to taste me, kiss me, have me in his arms had consumed him, and now that he could do so, he wouldn’t waste it on hurried wants.

With his eyes focused on mine, he moved slowly down my body. I shuddered and my gasp froze in my throat as my nipples tightened with a desperation only his mouth could relieve. As he nestled above my chest, his playful grin declared he planned to entice me to the point of insanity. He leaned down, and with a light lick on the swell of my breast, I was sure he’d already gotten me there.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and squeezed, begging him to come at me harder and to end the anticipation that made my center contract. He growled deep and low as he bit my skin, and with the softest touch, licked the taut bud. I arched my back and a gasp of pleasure sprang from my throat.

He kissed his way over to the other breast where he repeated the move. I trembled, quivered in requirement for him to give me more. My body burned with desire as my stomach fluttered with butterflies.

“Now you’re ready for me, baby,” he said huskily and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He placed the little bud between his teeth, squeezing gently, but the pressure had been the relief I needed. I tightened my fingers in his hair, held him there and begged him to continue.

He held my breasts in his hands and switched between them, pleasuring each one deliciously. I moaned, gasped and squirmed beneath him. He held such confidence—so sure about his movements. No gentleness lived within him. No hesitation. When he acted, he did so with poise and an arrogance I surely believed he was due.

Not until he had his fix and I flushed with uncontrollable arousal did he leave my breasts. I watched him kiss hungrily down my stomach and I didn’t hesitate in his advance. I widened my legs, drew them back against my body and gripped my knees to spread myself wide, allowing him full access.

He didn’t waste a moment and placed his hands under my bottom, raised me and angled my body up to him. When he lowered himself between my thighs, I gasped, a sound to put a voice to my scorching body.

I squirmed beneath him. He placed his hand on my stomach and he held me still. With his other hand, he slid one finger inside me. I moaned with pure satisfaction as he passed through my tender flesh. Exactly what I needed, the force of something driving me, filling me. I wanted more. He didn’t deny me and removed the finger to replace it with two. His fingers were thick, strong and just as large as any man’s I’d slept with before. He stroked. His gaze stayed focused on mine. His pupils dilated. I moaned along with his movements. Little noises, which spoke of the happiness I experienced having him there and looking at me so intently.

A knowing grin rose to his face, and before I figured out what the look had been about, he curled his fingers. A loud gasp of surprise escaped my mouth and my eyes widened. In one swift move, he found my sweet spot, a place I thought had been foreign to me until now. I thrust my hips in a demand he play with the area and build the sensation rising inside me.