Page 10 of Hotter on Ice

Pleasure shot through her as she moved, drawing out the orgasm, losing herself in the heat of their bodies, in the scent of sex, inhim. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she rested her cheek on his thick shoulder, breathing in his scent. Henning’s heart thudded in her ear.

What had just happened? The connection between them was so powerful, almost as if—

Slow down. She wasn’t going to mistake pleasure and affection for something else. The ecstasy-induced haze was clouding her brain. So, instead, she took one last, long inhale of turned-on male and put a little distance between them.

“Well, that was certainly a full-service kiss,” she said, her voice languid with pleasure.

Henning chuckled, the sound echoing deep in his chest. “It exceeded expectations in every way.”

She really should get up, do...something, but he was so warm, and she really didn’t want to move. Henning’s cock throbbed urgently against her. She peered into his dark brown eyes.

“You didn’t come yet,” she said with a little smile. “I can help you with that.”

He shook his head. “It would be messy, and it’s going to get cold in here soon. I’ll take care of that later.”

“You’ll take care of it?” She tilted her head at him. “Alone?”

“I’m good at it,” he said, laughter in his voice.

Alya raised her eyebrows. How much lightness and humor did this man have, buried inside him? “I’d like to see that.”

His cock pulsed against her, and he groaned. Then a hint of a smile drew at the uninjured side of his mouth. “I bet you would.”

CHAPTER FOUR

“TIMETOWAKEUP,” said Henning, a little louder.

Alya still didn’t stir. As soon as her first meeting had ended, she’d crashed into bed and hadn’t moved since. He had let her sleep as long as he could, watching her from the chair by the window of their hotel room. Her long, blond hair was a halo around her face, and her full lips were parted. In another life, he would have woken her up with his lips, but not in this one.

Still, she wasn’t waking from his voice alone, so he stood up and crossed the room to her bed. Resting his hand on the bare, white wall, he bent down and brushed his fingers over her cheek.

“Sweetheart? We need to go.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she drew in a sleepy breath. Henning braced himself against the warmth swelling inside him. For years he had watched her through someone else’s lens, in magazines, on billboards, and through the Blackmore Inc. surveillance system. This was so different, so real, so raw. He had no words to understand what was happening inside him now that she had chosen him to be here. To protect her. To satisfy her. He’d devote himself to these tasks, keeping his past at bay, controlling this tightness in his chest, this swelling ofsomething, something he wouldn’t name.

Alya blinked a couple times, brushing off sleep. Then she met his gaze, parted her lips and...smiled. She fucking smiled, her eyes dancing with lightness as she looked up at him. Coming out of sleep, unguarded, vulnerable, she smiled like he was exactly who she wanted to see when she awoke. The swelling inside him was threatening to burst.

“The time change is disorienting,” she said, seemingly unaware that his entire world was tilting. So he took a breath and let her warm voice pull him in. “I was hoping this wasn’t a dream.”

It was all happening so fast. When she parted her lips, his brain short-circuited.Kiss her. Kiss her. The temptation was so sharp and bare that it almost overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Not happening. This was for her, andonlyher. If they were going to spend the next couple days in close quarters, he needed to get this situation under control.

“Listen, about earlier,” he said. “About what happened in the car...”

Her cheeks turned a pale pink, and she propped herself up on her elbow. Her mouth was so temptingly close. “I kinda jumped on you. I’m sorry if I put you in a bad position. Again.”

“I didn’t mind that particular position at all. I was very into it,” he said with a laugh.

Alya smirked at his comment, then gave a sigh. “But we shouldn’t? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

He shook his head slowly. “I’m happy to do that as many times as you want. Or anything else you’re interested in. That’s up to you.”

“I think I made it clear I’m interested.” She blinked at him. “Still, I sense abutcoming.”

He blew out his breath. “The moment we walk out of the room, I’m your bodyguard.”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled a little. “You’re warning me that we won’t be sneaking off to try out one of those ice beds?”

“That sounds really fucking cold.”