Page 61 of Frozen Flames

Hehasto know that.

The next thing I know, he pulls harder on my hand, and I end up in his lap. He has his hands on both sides of my neck, then in my hair, as he kisses me like I’m the world and he’s the flame waiting to burn it all down.

My body doesn’t hesitate. It absolutely craves his touch and his warmth and his lips.

My hands roam all over, then through his blond hair as I kiss him with even more intensity than last night.

I moan when he grabs my ass and squeezes hard.

I’m melting all over. The heat is flooding me, and even if this is nothing but lust, I don’t want this feeling to ever stop—morals be damned.

He grabs my jaw again with one hand—just when I thought I couldn’tneedthis man any more.

I pull on his hair before I tilt his head up, kissing his jawline and his neck. His guttural moan echoes in my ears, forming goose bumps on my arms.

It’s like reaching for the stars and finally reaching the destination.

It’s an intense, euphoric feeling, and I don’t want to be rid of it anytime soon.

We kiss again, and I know that my lips will feel bruised later.

Until he curses and stops.

And I know why. It’s written all over his face—the guilt.

“Fuck.” His head hangs low, and he closes his eyes before opening them again.

We’re both out of breath from our passionate embrace, and the last thing I wanted was for him to stop.

“I hope you’re not going to keep feeding me bit by bit so I keep holding on.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t tell you what any of this means, Claire.” He strokes my cheek with his forefinger. “But I need time to figure it out.”

I get off his lap and chuckle lightly, feeling like a complete idiot for throwing myself at him. Well, technically, he came on to me, but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t stop it.

“Alright…”

“Claire.” He swallows. “I will hate myself if I keep hurting her like this. I need…to think things through.”

I’m crushed, even though I have no right to be. This man isn’t mine—he wasn’t from the second I laid eyes on him and saw something I liked.

I sigh and sit back down on the couch next to him. “What happened with Gemma?”

“I told her that we kissed, and we got into a huge fight.”

I have no idea how I’m going to face her again.

“That’s understandable.”

Guilt washes through my veins in that moment, for hurting an innocent woman.

“Yeah, it is, except my gut keeps telling me that she’s not mad at me about that. She just wants an excuse to cheat on me herself.” He exhales.

I don’t reply as I get up, knowing I need to leave before I end up kissing him again. God, I would love to be able to sit on his lap and kiss him all day long.

If Gemma’s cheating on him, she’s missing out on a hell of a man.

Sure, he might be moody and depressed at times, but that’s because he’s angry at the world and hasn’t dealt with his trauma.

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