Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

His jaw clenched, fists tight, muscles quivering—there stood a man grasping at the last remnants of control. But all of this was gentle compared to what lay in his eyes. A look that women swooned over and fantasies were built on. His intent, hunger and focus remained on me alone. Nothing would satiate him. No one could cure him from his desires. Only my body would ease the torment he suffered now.

And it could never be, which made me wonder if doing this was cruel. It was almost as if I placed a juicy steak in front of a hungry lion, but refused to let him eat.

His heated expression told me, though, that he didn’t want me to put my clothes back on any time soon. “I expected to find a beautiful woman beneath your clothes—never did I anticipate the sweetness that’s before me now.” After a lingering, appreciative look, he gestured toward the closet. “Because I suspect you’ll continue to open your eyes, go into the closet and take out a tie and wrap it around your pretty head.”

It didn’t sound as if he gave me an option, but had issued a demand. One I didn’t intend to refuse. I grabbed a tie from a hook, tied it tightly around my face and darkness overtook me. It surprised me I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, shy or nervous. I liked the playfulness of the moment. In fact, I wanted more. With the blindfold secure, I lowered my arms to rest against at my sides. “What now?”

“Sit down on the bed, shift to the center and lie down.”

I reached for the edge of the mattress before I skimmed my way up the bed until I found the pillow. I lay down and the darkness around me gave strength to other senses. My hearing became sharper and his—plus my own—deep, aroused breaths sounded loud around me.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch you. Feel your skin beneath my fingers. Watch you react to my attention on you.” His voice now came close to my ear. “May I touch you, Tess?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“If I could…” his voice deepened with longing, but also burned with desire, “I’d kiss you here.”

His frosty touch hit the plumpest part of my mouth. I parted my lips and the bitterly cool air swept across me to awaken every nerve ending in my body. I licked out to moisten my lips and my warm tongue connected with the chill of his touch and I erupted into a long, deep shudder.

“Then I would taste you here as I kissed you.” He ran his finger along the edge of my jaw and down my neck slowly. “I’d inhale to take in your sweet scent and I’d moan to let you hear how crazy you make me.”

I gasped, unable to hold back as the combination of my heated flesh and the contact of his frosty touch created multiple sensations to send me into sensory overload.

“I’d run my lips across your silky skin as I nibbled your shoulders,” his finger feathered along my upper body, “until I reached right along here.” He trailed his touch down to the center of my chest. “Then when I got here…” he ran his finger over one taut nipple, “I’d flick them with my tongue.”

I moaned. Shivered. Hungered. The contact felt so cold, so light and so incredible.

He circled his finger around the tight bud. “I’d suck on it, bite down, showing you just how much your breasts entice me, and I’d rub my erection against your thigh so you could feel what you do to me.”

I grabbed onto the sheets, arching my back as the ache that built between my thighs drove me wild. I craved to reach up, grab his face and demand he take me until the sun came up. But I held no power to make my wish come true, so I held on to the sheets and forced myself to survive.

“I’d move along your body, kissing every one of your spectacular curves to learn every spot that increases your need for me.” He moved his finger down my stomach, circled my bellybutton and the chilly air moved along my body until he stopped just above my pubic line.

The quiver roaring inside me made my stomach clench. He was so close to where I wanted him to go, but he moved so slow it drove me insane to know what his touch would feel like lower down.

“If I could, I’d use my hands to widen your thighs. But as it is, I can’t. Please, Tess, will you do it for me?”

It relieved me that my eyes were hidden beneath the blindfold. What they’d show would be nothing less than a desperate woman—one who’d do anything he asked for now.

“Yes,” he practically purred as I opened my legs. “That’s my girl.”

I waited. Longed for him to answer the question I’d been wondering. What would his touch feel like along my fiery flesh?

“Fuck, Tess, you’re a beautiful woman.” He groaned, deep and low. “I want nothing more than to take you now.”

Oh good Lord! He didn’t appease me as I hoped he might. He lightly ran the coldness of his touch across my ankle, but now the embrace had amplified. He used his hand to caress me and the amount of coldness that swept across my leg left goose bumps in its wake.

The cool touch caused my jaw to chatter and I froze as the breeze swept up my sensitive flesh. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and my body tightened.

Nothing prepared me. The air moved along my heated skin as if he ran an ice cube over my body, but no pressure connected.

I squirmed with his touches, releasing a soft moan to show him I needed more than what he offered. When he didn’t soothe me, I cried out in frustration.

“Remove the blindfold,” he said sternly.

I reached back and removed the tie. It took a moment for my eyes to focus. I blinked a couple times before Kipp came into view.

He stood away from the bed, and in a swift move, he shed his clothes. Yes, clearly he’d been truthful, regular rules didn’t apply to ghosts, since as if by magic his clothes were gone.