Page 23 of Frozen Play

“I’d like you to kiss me.”

I shoved the coffee table back so it was no longer between us. Skye watched me, her chest rising with each breath. Fuck, she was pretty.

I dropped onto my hands and knees and crossed the short distance between us.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered then leaned forward to touch her lips with mine.

They were cold, but soft, and I moved against her with a little more pressure. She slid her hands up my chest, kick-startinga wave of arousal. She locked her fingers behind my neck and pulled me closer.

I didn’t fight it.

She opened her mouth to me and my body settled on hers as we deepened the kiss. Her breasts were firm against my chest, her arms now wrapped tightly around my neck. She parted her thighs and I settled there like it was where I was meant to be.

She shuddered as I rubbed my hard cock against her. It felt good, even through the layers of clothing between us. I ran my hand down her side, feeling the silky skin then running over the denim to tug her hip up, bringing her closer.

She moaned and tightened her grip in my hair.

Even half dressed, dry humping on couch cushions on the floor, this was incredible. So incredible I heard?—

Skye stiffened. “Shit.”

She started to push me away, and I realized the sounds weren’t in my head or even in the cottage.

I rolled off her and she scrambled to find her clothes.

“Those assholes better have brought the utility crew,” she muttered.

I willed my erection down. A glimpse of Skye struggling to put her turtleneck back on didn’t help, but the repeated honking of horns did a pretty good job.

By the time I’d found my own clothes and made it to the door, Skye was already pulling on her boots, her figure wrapped in the bulky coat that hid everything.

I wouldn’t forget though.

Chapter 10

Bongo slept here

Skye

There wasa work crew out there, as well as my brothers. The cold air quickly removed any lingering arousal as I huffed my way over to the driveway.

“How’s it going, sis?” Riley asked.

I shrugged. “Phin taught me how to play poker.”

Oscar hooted. “You’re terrible at cards. The only thing you can win is Jacks.”

I was glad the cold kept my cheeks from flushing.

“This is awesome. Thank you all so much,” Phin said, trudging up behind me. The guys on the power truck, older men I’d seen around town, nodded but were focused on their job. They had to be tired.

Standing around watching and waiting might not be the smartest thing to do in this weather, but the thought of getting power again was compelling. I wanted to cheer when they clipped off the lines and rolled up what had fallen down so the path to freedom was clear.

“Whose place is this?”

Phin stepped forward. “It belongs to my family.”

“We’ll have to replace the pole to get you power.”

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