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Because she was still awake, too. She tossed and turned restlessly, making his protective instincts kick into high gear. Was she in pain?
“Ice?” she asked softly, sometime later. “Are you still awake?”
Chapter Ten – Kissing the Beast
Despite her earlier drowsiness, Holly found herself wide awake as soon as the cabin lights went out. Her imagination tormented her with feverish fantasies of kissing Ice, of his big, naked body as glimpsed in the trail cam footage, of feeling his weight on top of her as they made love…
Stop it, she told herself. The man saved your life and carried you for miles through the snow today, and now you’re sexually harassing him in your thoughts?
But she couldn’t stop herself from reviewing every interaction they’d had today. Ice had done more than just save her life. He’d cooked for her, invited her to his shapeshifter group’s Christmas dinner, and trusted her to keep his secret.
And he said I was smoking hot.
No one had ever referred to her as “hot” before. At best, she’d been the cute-but-nerdy one who always had to make the first move.
Okay, so he probably wouldn’t turn me down if I invited him to join me on this bed, she concluded. Her heartbeat sped up as she imagined the possibilities.
Only one problem—her broken leg. It was impossible to ignore the dull, constant ache radiating from her calf.
She stared up at the shadowy ceiling.
Well, you’re wearing a splint, right? It’s not like you’re going to hurt it worse if you have sex with Ice. The voice in her head usually gave her terrible advice. But she couldn’t argue with it now. Sex wouldn’t make the pain go away, but it’d give her something a heck of a lot more pleasant to fixate on.
She gathered up her courage. “Um, Ice? Are you still awake?” She kept her voice low, so she wouldn’t wake him if he was already asleep.
Her heart began pounding like crazy with mingled fear and anticipation. She prayed this wouldn’t end in humiliation. What if she’d read him wrong earlier? He had seemed interested in her, but she’d been embarrassingly wrong about that before.
Then he was there, a huge, shadowy figure looming over her bed.
Her mouth went dry with desire as dancing firelight gilded his impossibly broad bare chest. Before crawling into his sleeping bag, he’d stripped down to a pair of briefs. Now, the fabric stretched tautly over the impressive bulge of his erection.
“Holly? You okay?” he asked in a low, husky, irresistibly sexy voice.
“Fine,” she squeaked.
My attempt at seduction is off to a great start, she thought in disgust.
“What do you want?”
Her throat went dry. “You.”
Then she held her breath, desperately hoping she hadn’t just embarrassed herself beyond redemption.
“I was hopin’ you’d say that,” he responded. Immense relief warred with desire as her heart began pounding wildly. “I can’t stop thinking about how fucking beautiful you are, Holly.”
Ice put one knee on the sofa bed’s mattress then swung his other leg up and over her. He planted his hands on either side of her head, caging her with his long body.
Her breath caught as he dipped his head to kiss her. The first touch of his firm mouth against hers was everything she had dreamed.
Holly wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, then hesitantly touched her tongue to his lips. In response, Ice groaned, a primal sound of need that shot straight to her pussy. His kiss instantly deepened, turning hungry and demanding.
His tongue invaded her mouth and began exploring. The low-grade warmth of desire that had been simmering in the pit of her belly for hours flared into bright, urgent arousal.
Careful of her splint, he stretched out on top of her, his weight on his elbows as he threaded his fingers into her hair. His lips left hers and traveled over her cheek and jaw, then to her sensitive earlobes, working hot, sinful magic as he discovered all the places that made her sigh and squirm with desire.
They were both panting when he lifted his head and broke the trail of kisses sometime later. She instantly missed his lips.
His fingers went to the buttons of her borrowed shirt. “Show me those pretty tits of yours,” he growled.
