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Needing to break the spell, I tear my eyes away - only to get caught by the flex of his hands as he carelessly tosses his shades. Even his damn fingers are mouthwatering, long and strong. I can’t help picturing them on my skin, in my hair. Digging into my hips as he holds me down and -
Nope. No. Bad Natasha. Do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
Frost takes a step closer and the dull thud of his boots on the floor snaps me out of my hormone-fueled haze. I take a step back on instinct, trying to keep some distance between us. Not that it does me any good. He matches me move for move, crowding into my space until I’m practically plastered against the wall.
The magnitude of him is overwhelming this close, raw masculinity and restless power. It makes my pulse go crazy. Standing in his shadow, I’m painfully aware of just how much bigger he is than me. How easily he could overpower me, pin me in place and justtake.
A dark thrill unfurls in my belly, hot and achy. I know I’m in over my head here. One look in Frost’s eyes tells me he’s not the kind of man to do anything in half-measures. If I give him an inch, he’ll take it all.
Can I handle that? Do I even want it?
Frost braces a hand on the wall by my head, caging me in with his body. The scent of clean soap and pure male invades my senses, making my head swim. This close I can feel the heat pouring off him and it’s all I can do not to arch into his powerful body like a cat.
“A bit too close there, buddy,” I manage, but my voice comes out shaky.
His sinful lips quirk, a glint of mirth in his eyes.
“Buddy?” he rumbles, and God, even that sends shivers down my spine. His voice is pure sex, low and rough. And don’t get me started on his accent. “I’m not your buddy,bébé.”
Before I can process the endearment, he’s leaning in. The barest brush of his nose against mine steals my breath, his breath caressing my lips. I freeze, torn between the urge to close the gap and the blaring alarm bells in my head.
This is dangerous, my mind shrieks. Giving in to this pull between us would be the point of no return. Frost isn’t a casual kind of guy. He’d claim everything - body, heart, and soul. Am I ready for that? Can I risk it after watching the women in my life sacrifice so much for the men they love?
But even as the doubt swirls, I can’t bring myself to push him away. Can’t fight the siren song of his closeness, the magnetism between us. It’s like gravity, this impossible tug. The whole world narrowing down to the brush of his skin against mine.
My eyes shut as he leans in, murmuring something low and heated in my ear. I don’t need to speak the language to understand the meaning, to feel the dark promise in his words. It settles between my thighs, hot and aching.
In that moment, I know I’m lost. Frost is the fire I’ll gladly burn in. This man will be my undoing.
Four
FROST
Natasha’s scent crashes over me like a fucking tsunami, flooding my senses ‘til I’m drowning in it. It’s a maddening blend of spice and floral notes, but under all that? Pure, concentratedher. Warm and sexy and so goddamn sweet my teeth ache. I already know it’ll haunt my dreams, have me waking up hard and desperate for another hit.
Everything about this woman is made to drive me out of my fucking mind. She’s all at once fierce and soft. A mystery I could spend lifetimes studying and never get enough of.
She’s got her back to the wall, shrinking away like that’ll do fuck all to cool the heat sizzling between us. I can feel her eyes on me, scorching over my body as she drinks me in. There’s hunger in that stare, an echo of the raw need clawing at my guts.
I can read her like a fucking book. The heaving of her perfect tits, the way she bites that plump bottom lip - she’s drowning in us, just like I am. It’s heavy and electric, an invisible rope tying ustogether. The kind of shit that only happens once-in-a-lifetime. The shit most of us never find.
My whole goddamn world has narrowed down to Natasha Maksimov. She’s the only thing that matters. MINE, a voice snarls in my head. Now and ‘til the end of fucking time. It’s a soul-deep certainty.
And I don’t want to fight it. No, I wanna surrender to it. Wanna worship at the altar of her body ‘til she forgets her own name, ‘til the only word she remembers is my name.
The doubts, the excuses, they all crumble to dust under the burning intensity of our pull. I’m hers, right down to the marrow of my bones. In this life and the next, in every way she’ll let me be. I’ve never been more sure of anything.
Natasha’s a magnet and I’m helpless to resist. Drawn in, I duck my head, nosing along the silk of her throat. Her scent is thicker there, headier. It fills my lungs ‘til I’m dizzy with it, fucking drunk on her very essence.
A full body shudder rolls through my woman and my dick jumps behind my zipper. I wanna feel that shiver against my lips, my tongue. Wanna lick up the frantic thrum of her pulse and swallow down every breathy little moan.
“Didn’t know fate had this in the cards for me,bébé,” I rasp, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Thought I was meant to drift through life - no purpose, no roots. Just my family and my brothers to keep me straight.”
I skim my mouth over her temple, taking a hit of her honeyed skin. The hitch in her breathing is a shot of pure pleasure to my fucked-up soul.
“Didn’t know you were out there, just waiting for me to find you. If I had, I woulda shaken heaven and earth to make you mine.” I drag a slow, open-mouthed kiss along her jaw, reveling in the breathy mewl that escapes her. “You feel this. Don’t fucking deny it. You’re meant for me, Natasha. Just like I’m yours.Tout à toi.”
I watch greedily as a riot of emotions play across her stunning face. Longing and fear, desire and trepidation. Those bedroom eyes are wide and glassy, kiss-swollen lips parted on a shuddery exhale.
