Page 154 of Frozen Flames

She tilts her head to the side and removes my shirt. “So are you. From the first time I met you, I couldn’t get over your beauty.”

I swallow, her compliment boosting my ego.

Then I kiss her again, and it feels amazing to have her bare chest leaning against mine.

I touch her from her neck all the way down her back. Her skin is so soft. And her smell—God, her smell drives me wild. She smells like apricots and peaches with a hint of something else, something light.

I keep kissing her, enveloping her face with my hands, as her moans unravel something in me.

“I want you,please.”

“Then you’ll have me.” I appease her. “But first, get down on your knees.”

She does. She proceeds to give me the most attentive blow job I’ve ever received. Every lick and stroke reveals her want and need andcravingfor me. Watching her heaving breasts brushagainst me while she takes care of me is enough to make me believe I can reach for the stars.

I stop her once my body gets too eager, and she finds my lap again. She shows me how ready she is by bringing both my fingers and hers down to her core.

“Ah, Claire, look how wet you are.”

“It’s not enough. I need more,” she begs.

“I know, babe. I know.”

I play with her some more, torn between not wanting to rush this and not wanting my dick or bladder to fuck it up.

I breathe in deeply, hoping to stem my nervousness. I brush off my worries, and instead I touch and tease her until she’s begging me to put it inside her.

I move forward a little on the couch, looking down, continuing to play with Claire, when she puts her hands under my jaw and lifts my head to look her in the eye, and I can’t describe this feeling—having the eyes of a woman who truly loves me look deep into my soul.

She knows my pain and my struggles, yet she’s here with me.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I say softly.

“Everyone deserves to be loved, Harvey.”

“I don’t know about that.” I smile.

She kisses me, then she whispers, “Get up, Harv.” I freeze, my stomach churning. “I think”—her finger slides down my chest—“we should continue this in bed.”

I want to deny her. I’m terrified of losing my mojo once we’re there after all the movement, yet I think about the last time we tried to have sex on the couch and how that ended.

Perhaps this is her way of hoping to avoid that from happening again—not that it would.

I watch her walk away from me sensually until I remember that I have to walk to my room too, since I left my wheelchair in the kitchen.

I don’t waste a second.

I get up, fearing for my life as I’m no longer hard—anxiety is a quick little demon.

But I take a first step, and second, and then three more.

I don’t have that much distance to cover, and finally I let out a huge breath as I make it to my room. Then I lose my breath for another reason entirely.

Claire’s lying down on my bed, completely naked and on display for me, and I’m holding on to my bedframe, looking down at her, hoping my body will be as excited as my mind is in this moment.

I pinch Claire’s nipple, and I close my eyes as she clenches her thighs together, her moan filling the room with its sensational melody.

I want my fill of her.

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