Page 104 of Ice King

“Which means you must do your best at the tryout. So… you and I are going to work together to make that happen.”

He shifted back and forth, which did nothing more than allow me a deep whiff of his very masculine scent. His presence was dangerous for my soul. “And just how do you propose we do that?”

“Do you trust me?”

With the way he pursed his lips when he lifted his head, I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn’t help but smack his bottom again.

“You are so going to get it for that. Of course, I trust you.”

“Then we’re going to work side by side to get you in tiptop shape. Including exercises for your mind. You need a mental and emotional readjustment, which will significantly improve your chances of succeeding. I think you’d look hot on that Wheaties box.”

“You’re worried about my mind? Now, what do you suggest will bring back my emotional state?” He deepened his voice on the last two words.

The tease.

“Hot. Wild. Sex. And often.”

He managed to roll over on his side, pulling me down for one insanely sizzling kiss. Just the way his lips were crushed against mine gave this girl heart palpitations. Even my stomach was fluttering from thousands of butterflies. The night in the forest had been…

Well, very private. God know what would happen if I mentioned our romp on the woods to anyone.

After he swept his tongue inside, driving me nuts, I pushed him away and licked my lips while rolling him back onto his stomach.

“You know. I would think sex would make a man of your size relax.” I’d remained straddling his thighs, still concerned about his ribs while offering a deep tissue massage. However, he certainly didn’t seem as if he was in any kind of pain. In fact, the man had been euphoric since we’d returned.

I wasn’t going to try to ask any questions about why his cock had grown to twice the size. Sure, I was like every other red-blooded horny female and had read omega versus alpha romance books. Knotting was a term that seemed to excite all the romance readers. I almost fell into a fit of laughter realizing that’s what he’d done to me.

If that was truly possible.

Just until a month before, I hadn’t known shifters were a real thing or that I’d have my own personal wolf lying under me. Of course after providing the hottest sex I’d ever had.

In the woods. At night. In the rain.

We’d fucked like animals and I was already eager to do so again. What exactly did that make me? Oh, yes, crazy as a loon.

“Do I not feel relaxed?”

“Not even a little bit.” I rolled my palms to his shoulders, being gentler than with other areas in his back, but from what I could tell, his shoulder had completely healed.

He sighed and eased his arms under the pillow. The man did have a wicked smile on his face, much like I’d seen in the forest. “Maybe because some chick makes me horny.”

“You can’t steal my words and no, you need a massage, not another heart pumping moment.” I was pretty certain that would come again later.

“You are one tough… lady. I assure you this is the face of temporary contentment.”

“Temporary, huh?” I shifted back and forth so I could work on his neck and the friction made me as wet as I’d been before.

Although that was a relative term since I still felt waterlogged. Between the rain and a hot shower, my skin was puckered. His? Perfect. Even in the bedroom light, it was glowing. How was that possible when I likely looked like a dead rat with my stringy hair? At least I no longer had raccoon eyes. That was a plus.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not done with you yet.”

“I’ll say when we’re done.” I continued the massage while studying his face. Was it possible he was even more handsome or was I just lost in the continued throes of lust? Maybe a little of both.

“If you say so.” His yawn was a pleasurable sight. I wasn’t certain the man even slept. Besides, I could snoop around his house if I wanted. My, wasn’t I a wicked girl tonight?

While he buried his face into the pillow, I continued rubbing while thinking about the night.

And not just about our passion either. He’d been more incensed by Bubba’s appearance than he wanted to let on. I’d asked him about it once and he’d done nothing but grin. But his eyes had told a different story. I wasn’t immune to sensing danger. The man, along with the two women who’d been vying for best actress awards, had waited for the perfect opportunity to approach him.