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“Now,” he says, neither of us letting go yet. “I had a dinner prepared but after that kiss, I’m suddenly hungry for something else.”
My flesh prickles. The iciness that once shielded his hardened eyes melting into two heated pools of desire.
Gently he coaxes me closer than we already are. My heartbeat jackhammering in the presence of being so close to his perfectly sculpted face. Pure perfection, with all those sharp lines and defined edges. They are so razor sharp you could cut the steel liquid that also ran through his veins.
An entire civilization could crumble at the way he glances down at me through those thick eyelashes of his.
My eyelids stutter as his lids fall to my mouth, and that thing inside me flips. “Don’t tell me you’ve lost your edge, Iceman,” I coax after what I swear is an eternity of his heated gaze.
The air between us intermixes, becoming one as neither of us moves. Cole’s mouth presses in at my comment but even that gesture is barely visible.
“You’re the only edge worth falling from.” The timbre of his words so raw it takes everything in me not to completely fall apart.
Slowly—torturously, slow—does that confident mouth press back down to mine. It carries more tenderness than I thought him capable of. Effortless but aggressive, a lot like what our relationship has been.
Together we are everything that is perfectly imperfect, and that’s fine with me.
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Rory
Ipushbackthesleepiness from my eyes and rise from the bed after feeling nothing but emptiness on the other side.
A momentary stab of betrayal swirls inside my gut after the night we’d shared.
We’d had sex once inside the tent he’d set up before he’d carried me inside and us doing it again a few more times in his bed.
Tonight was different though. The way he held me, while he made love to me was different. His touch made me feel closer to him but also distant at the same time. Our bodies moved, claiming one another the same as always but it was more, removed… detached.
My hand rubs at my chest, that pang of disappointment knocking inside again. I should be whole, tranquil even, but I’m not.
I’m… I don’t know what I am.
The chilled breeze from the open balcony doors draws my attention in their direction. More goose bumps dust my skin as another batch bristles inside.
I hug the blanket tighter to my chest, climbing up and out with the intent to close it. My footing is stalled in its tracks as soon as I see him.
Iceman truly evokes his name, hunched with his palms flattened to the railing. The stars reflect off his glowing skin like a rare piece of marble.
We both should be exhausted. Spent. I know I’d been especially after he’d been thoughtful enough to bring our dinner to the bed. Us eating inside earlier after neither of us wanted to leave the comfiness of our cocoon.
At least that’s what I’d thought.
He’s only a few dozen feet away but seems so much farther, the longer he continues not to move, stiff like porcelain.
That is until the muscles in his bare back stiffen. His fingers scrape as they run along the edge, suddenly aware of my presence. I’m not sure how he isn’t cold only in a pair of boxers, or how long he’s been out here.
Cole is as troubled as he is dangerous.
That knowledge not something you could see; you just sensed it. Like an invisible current of electricity.
I know because I am the same.
We have an energy neither of us could explain but somehow it bonded us. It was an uninvited presence when I’d come back. Now a comfort, a welcome ease.
Reaching, my mouth parts in surprise as my fingers retract. The flesh on his shoulder is more than warm, it’s boiling. Sweltering, while mine stays chilled to the bone, even with the thickness of the cover.
Had he come out here to cool off? If so, it hasn’t worked yet.
