Page 57 of Savage Ice


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At least two times.

Maybe three.

And by hard, it hadn’t been some nice pop of release. It had been an orgasm that blasted through every cell of her body and left her quaking and shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. Left her wanting to say…More, more, more please. So much more.

Instead, she was trying to transform her still heaving pants into normal breaths and trying to make sense of what Beau had just said. Something about the bed?

“First time shouldn’t have been against a wall,” he muttered.

Her legs were still around him. Maybe she should let them fall? But, nope, he was moving her now. Carrying her back to the bed. And pulling out of her.

Dammit.

He covered her with a sheet. Then went to the bathroom to ditch the condom, and the condom ditching was important. His brief exit also allowed her to finally get control of her ragged breathing and racing heartbeat. Holy crap. That was the best sex of my life. Hands down. Not even close. More like…Leaving everything else in the dust, that’s how great it was. In the dust. No comparison.

And he was back.

“I should apologize.” He stood by the side of the bed. All naked and sexy and with muscles bulging. And speaking of bulging, his dick was fully erect. Again. Already. Wow.

“No…apology necessary.” She sat up. Did she sound normal? Or still way too breathless? “Who apologizes for mind-blowing orgasms?”

He reached out. His fingers skimmed over one nipple.

She hissed at the stab of pleasure.

“I wanted to explore all of you,” he said.

“Please, help yourself.” Like she was going to stop this ride anytime soon. Uh, no.

He sat on the edge of the bed. One hand pushed against the mattress on her left side. The other pushed down just past her right hip. Beau leaned over her. All intense and dark and brooding. “I need more condoms.”

“Ch-check the nightstand drawer. I…may have taken the liberty of getting a box from the gift shop earlier.” Another item on her to-do list.

He tensed.

“I knew I wanted you,” she said, voice soft. Husky. Sensual? She would have never, ever described her voice as sensual until that moment. But she totally sounded like she was trying to seduce him again. Because she was.

“You didn’t run.”

Back to that, was he? “No way I’m running.”

“Even if you find out things about me that scare you?”

Her hand lifted and pressed to his cheek. “I did my research on you.”

“A few hours on a computer isn’t going to tell you what you need to know.”

Definitely not. Because the stuff on the computer had hardly been reassuring. Her hand trailed down his cheek. Down…to his right shoulder. There was still only a little light spilling into the bedroom, so she couldn’t see the scars clearly. But she could feel them. Twisting marks left from the burns on the front of his shoulder and then curling around to the back.

“Avalon…”

She leaned forward. Her lips skimmed lightly over the old wounds. “I’m not scared of you.” She’d been looking for him, for years. He didn’t get that, did he?

And while she’d been looking…

He’d been watching over her.

Avalon had thought she was alone. But he’d still been there. And he wanted to find the man who’d taught her to fear years ago.

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