Winter Ice (Storm for All Seasons 3)

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

What? His dick? Hell yeah, it was uncomfortable. But he knew that wasn't what she meant. "Yes."

"Why?"

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"Because everything about you makes me uncomfortable, from the way you so easily crawl into my mind to the way I want you whenever you're around."

He winced as soon as the words slipped from his lips. Shit. He hadn't meant to reveal so much. Normally he was good at hiding how he really felt. What was it about this woman that begged for him to tell her exactly how he felt?

She slid her teacup onto the edge of the counter and stepped closer. No woman would make him run. He could handle his attraction to Sophie without compromising his principles or letting down his guard.

"Tell me how I make your body feel," she said, so close he could reach out and touch the strands of curling hair resting on her breasts. But he didn't touch. Wouldn't allow himself to touch. He curled his fingers into his palms.

This wasn't going to happen tonight!

Sophie watched the war raging in Logan's eyes, and desperately wanted to comfort him, to offer him whatever it took to assuage the torment within him. But she also needed to push him into realizing that what they had went beyond a normal physical attraction.

Again she asked, "Tell me, Logan. How do I make you feel?"

She knew what it was costing him to restrain his urges, both magical and physical.

And yet she couldn't stop.

"I don't think you really want to know the answer," he said, his voice deepening, his breath ragged.

"Yes, I do want to know."

He paused for a few seconds, arousal flaming in his eyes, darkening them like the storm had blackened the sky outside. "Hot, bothered, damned uncomfortable and aroused to the point of losing control."

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She sucked in a breath at his admission, her body flaming to life with desire more fierce than she had ever felt before. Her nipples beaded under the thin sweater. Logan watched it happen, then licked his bottom lip.

Sophie forgot how to breathe, and forced her next words through the desert in her throat. "I'd like to see you out of control, Logan."

He shook his head. "No, you wouldn't."

She stepped closer, the tips of her nipples brushing his chest. "Yes, I would."

He kept his hands at his sides, but she felt the tightly coiled tension in his muscles.

He was fighting it, and she didn't want him to. "Give in to it, Logan."

"You can't handle me out of control, Sophie. I'm warning you. Don't push this."

Oh, but that's exactly how she wanted him. Out of control, both magically and physically. "I can handle more than you think. Give it to me."

His nostrils flared like an animal scenting a female desperate to mate. She was that female, anxious for his touch, for the joining of their bodies, for the magic they could share together. "Don't make me beg."

He clenched and unclenched his fists. His brows knit together in a frown, his eyes cloudy with desire. "If you want this, you'll reap the consequences. I can't hold back once I unleash it."

Wrapping her arms around him, she tilted her head up and offered her mouth to him. "I don't care. I want it all."

With a low growl he reached for her hair, winding it in his fist and tugging hard, tilting her head even further back. Then he bent and took her mouth in a kiss that sent flames shooting through her core.

Her sex was on fire, her pussy drenched with instant arousal. She whimpered as his tongue entered her mouth and licked hers, his teeth raking over her tongue as he sucked it into his mouth.

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His body was cool, despite the heat of passion surrounding them. When he pulled away, his breath blew out in a white cloud as the temperature dropped in the room.

But the chill was like icy fire, burning her skin, sending her nearly over the edge before her pussy was ever touched. She held back her own magical response and immersed herself within his, knowing she was experiencing something rare, something that Logan had never shared with another woman.

His fingers were like icicles as he threaded his hand under her sweater, cupping one breast. The heat of her body mixing with the chill of his fingers was more arousing than she ever thought possible. She gasped when he found a nipple and rolled it between his fingers, then plucked at it until she cried out and arched against him.

"You smell like cinnamon," he murmured, licking her neck and nibbling the tender skin. "I want more of you to taste."

He pushed away and reached for the hem of her sweater, tugging it upward and over her head, then casting it to the floor.

The cold air surrounding them froze her, making her nipples tight and hard. He smiled and bent over, taking one bud into his mouth and licking it until she thought she might faint. Then he did the same to the other, not once stopping his hands from their roaming journey over her body.

"Logan, please," she murmured, not even aware of what she was begging for. She just wanted...more.

"Yes, cher." He kneeled and reached for the button of her jeans, flipping it open with one move, then pulled the zipper down, kissing her belly as he pulled the denim aside.

His lips were a fire on her belly as he touched her skin. Her womb leapt in anticipation, her pussy trembling with the desire to have him lick her there.

In short order he had tugged the jeans over her hips and down her legs, his hands following the trail of her clothes until he'd tossed them away from her.

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Clad only in skimpy white panties, she felt way more underdressed than he. And last time she hadn't been able to see his body. Dammit, this time she would.

"My turn," she said, but before she could reach for him he pushed her backwards, controlling their direction until he had her in the living room. He scooted the coffee table out of the way, his height seemingly overpowering the room, making it seem much smaller. More intimate.

He laid her on the floor and reached for the quilt on the couch, spreading it out and rolling her onto it. Then he just kneeled over her and stared.

"We're doing this my way," he growled, reaching for the button of his jeans. "You need to understand this is just sex, and nothing more."

If possible, the cold wall of protection he'd built around himself was nearly visible.

But he put it up in vain. It was already too late for him. He just hadn't realized it yet.

She nodded, resisting the urge to purr with utter contentment. "However you want it."

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Chapter Nine

Sophie watched intently as the button flipped open on Logan's jeans, followed by the slow slide of the zipper.

There was nothing sexier than seeing the shadow of dark, downy fur hidden beneath that zipper. But instead of pulling his jeans down, he reached for his shirt and drew it over his head.

She sighed. Pure, feminine satisfaction. What a magnificent body he had. Dark, curling hair spread across his well-muscled chest. His shoulders were broad, his arms defined and strong, his waist tapered and covered with the same dark curls that disappeared into his jeans. Her mouth watered, then went dry as he began to push the jeans off his hips.

The room heated with a warmth borne of heavy arousal. It hung thick in the air as she watched him unveil his nearly perfect body.

His cock sprang forward, hard and pulsing, the veins outlined against the tautly stretched skin of his shaft. The head was purple and engorged, and she wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick away the drops of fluid beading at the tip.

But Logan apparently had other ideas. He crouched down and kneeled between her legs, lifting her foot and massaging the arch. When he drew it upward and slowly took her big toe in his mouth, she arched off the floor, the sensation shooting to her sex as if his tongue had just touched her clit.

He sucked it, licke

d it, even nibbled a bit, then did the same with her other toes.

When he was finished with one foot, he moved to the other.

Sophie dug her fingers into the soft carpet and held on tight, for the first time in her life feeling sensations in her cunt that had nothing to do with being touched there.

She'd never realized her feet were erogenous zones.

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Or the backs of her knees, which she quickly discovered when he raised her leg and kissed the spot behind her knee. She shivered and moaned, which only encouraged him to linger there until she couldn't bear it.

"Logan, please."

"Not yet. I've wanted to uncover your beautiful body. I have an urge to lick you.

Everywhere."

He followed his urge, his tongue laving her skin, moving upwards to her thighs until she was whimpering with the need to feel that hot, wet stroke upon her sex. But he moved over her hips and toyed with her belly button for awhile.

This was torture. Endless, unnerving torment. The more she moaned and begged, the slower his strokes became.

Hell, he hadn't even removed her panties yet, which were now soaked with her arousal.