His hand pressed hers deeper into his chest, this time over his heart. He was called Ice for a number of reasons, but the biggest was because he was truly ice inside. A glacier. Deep, wide, dense, impossible to penetrate. He thought his heart was encased in ice. He thought his emotions long since frozen, but she was changing everything, including his perception of himself.
He felt protective of her. He didn’t have to pretend. There was happiness, and he didn’t fake that either. It was there, like a light piercing the darkness in him.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He whispered the question, half hoping she didn’t hear it above the music.
Her face was turned up to his throat and she brushed another kiss there, and then a series of them, so light, like a feather whispering along his collarbone. Each kiss was so barely there, and yet he felt each one like a brand, burning through his tee straight through his flesh to bone.
“I hope I’m really your princess in the fairy tale we’re sharing tonight. I want to be that for you. Everything. I want to be your everything. You make me feel as if I’m somebody special. I want you to feel that, because, for me, you are. You’re my everything.”
She sounded so sincere. So certain. He was certain she was drunker than he’d thought. He’d pushed the drinks on her. She was still standing, and her words weren’t slurred. He was actually quite surprised that she wasn’t acting drunker. She definitely knew how to drink.
Ice couldn’t help but love what she’d said to him. He was her everything. He wanted to be that. For tonight, he was going to let her be his. His everything. He’d promised her a fairy tale, she was only giving one back to him. In his fairy tale, his woman didn’t mind his needs; in fact, she got off on them.
The song ended, and he was careful, as he stepped back, to make certain the material of her dress was back in place, covering her gorgeous body. Those tits. Hell. He was a breast man for certain. He hated covering her up, but he wanted this night to be perfect for her—not him, although it was fast becoming that. He couldn’t remember ever feeling the things he was feeling, especially with such overwhelming intensity.
He had ice in his veins. He wanted to have the emotions he pretended to have, but the truth was, he’d lost all that long ago. He’d traded his soul, and living like a man, for a zombie life. He went through the motions, and that allowed those around him to be happy, but there was only that cold, cold place inside left for him. Until her. Soleil. Somehow her sun extended to him, finding that place inside of him and thawing the ice. He was out of his depths, but willing to go there with her, at least for tonight.
His brothers gathered around them, congratulating them. Ice was pounded on the back until he thought he might have to punch a few of his brothers to get them to stop. They grinned like hyenas, giving him a bad time. A few told him they weren’t certain just who had done the seducing. He had to agree. She was so damn sexy, there was no resisting her. A few others thought she’d gotten him a little more drunk than he’d gotten her. Others asked him what in the hell he was going to do with her when she was sober. He didn’t quite know. He hadn’t gotten that worked out yet, but he was thinking on it.
He found himself enthralled with her. Her laughter. The way she moved. She listened to every single one of his brothers as if whatever they said was important. Through it all, she had eyes only for him. She looked at him as if she could see inside him, past the glacier, penetrate deep and see the man he could have been.
He wrapped his arm around her waist when they called for cutting the cake. “Are you having fun?”
“Way too much. I think I need to stop drinking. You’re drinking mostly water while I’m actually having screaming orgasms. They’ve become my favorite drink.”
He wished he could drink screaming orgasms with her, but he had work later on and he wanted her to enjoy her night. More than that, he wanted to make certain he could perform at his best. She wasn’t going to be able to say he drank too much and couldn’t fuck. Hell, he could do that drunk or not with her.
Her eyes were bright, shining at him with laughter. That mouth of hers—he was never going to be able to look at her again without needing to kiss her or slide his cock in that warm haven.