Burned Hearts (Burned 3)

Every tantalizing moment that passed had me antsier, held me more spellbound. He was a master at making me forget everything else but him. I was fortunate in that I had a houseful of self-sufficient people who all vied for baby time. I didn’t have to worry about Amsel, knowing he was in excellent hands. I could drown in the bliss Dane created in our private slice of heaven.

He said, “I’ve waited an extremely long time to just enjoy you again, without looking over my shoulder. Without worrying who was betraying me or how it might impact us.”

“Agreed,” I said, slightly breathless. “That would make me think you were more inclined to have your way with me.”

“Oh, I intend to have my way with you,” he assured me in a dark, rousing tone. I only wished I could see his eyes, because I loved the intensity that glowed in them.

While I wrested against restraints and the overwhelming need for him, I felt him shift once more. Heard him sip from his glass. The cubes jingled.

Then … nothing but silence.

I caught my lip again. Held on to my breath. Was bathed in suspense long enough that every fiber of my being cried out for him.

Finally—finally—Dane’s mouth whisked over my temple. He whispered, “This is all that matters to me right now. You and me. The way we used to be before all the danger. The way we will be after the verdicts come in and we’re all in the clear and I don’t have to fear for your life, or our son’s.”

“Or yours,” I added.

“Never worry about that, baby.”

I didn’t anymore. This was all different. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. Now all I wanted was for us both to reap the reward.

“So fuck me already,” I insisted.

With another sexy laugh, he said, “I’m getting there.”

A heartbeat later I felt the cold, wet edge of an ice cube whisk over my nipple.

“Oh,” I said on a long sigh. “You’re going to play dirty.”

“It’s an ice cube. I think that means I’m keeping it clean.”

“You never keep it clean.”

“You’re right.” He grazed the cube over my other nipple, drawing small circles around it, as the droplets spilled over the mound and warmed against my flushed skin. Then his lips and tongue soaked up the moisture. My insides rioted in that crazy-wicked way that made me hot and bothered … and so close to pleading with him.

But I held on to the desire welling within me.

The tip of the cube traced the undersides of my breasts, then lightly traveled the groove between my rib cage, down to my belly. My flesh quivered.

I gasped. “Dane.”

“You like this.”

“What’s not to like? I’m on fire and liquefying ice.”

He sucked up the pool in the indentation of my stomach. “Let’s see what happens when I go lower.” The melting cube skimmed my nearly bare mound, then skated over my slick folds.

Exhilaration rippled through me. “Oh, God.”

Two of his fingers slipped inside me, along with the ice. The fiery sensation collided with the crisp one and I cried out.

My back arched and he caught my nipple in his mouth, sucking deep. A moan fell from my parted lips.

Dane murmured, “You’re getting slippery. I could slide right in and—”

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

He groaned. “But not yet.”