Page 108 of Frost and Death
Slowly, he releases me, both of his hands roaming down my arms, heat immediately following from his touch. The switch from ice to fire in my veins should give me more reason to panic, but Jerrick’s lips remove all sense of fear.
I sweat as my body halts, realizing who it is I am kissing.
I push him away, forcefully ending the contact between us.
My own shortness of breath is evident, given my body’s temperature was being thrown around. But I do not know if it is due to that or from his kiss.
He kissed meagainto distract me from my panic.
Jerrick holds my stare, his blue eyes dark, greedy, and filled with lust, and he licks his lips as if he didn’t get enough.
“Stop doing that!” I feign disgust and block out the desire burning in his eyes.
My mind imagines taking control of him and pushing him against the table and mounting him. But remembering Niko back home is the only reason I fathom over the sudden urge to really see what that lust behind Jerrick’s eyes could lead up to.
I clear my thoughts away as Jerrick smirks. “Kissing you allows my magic to work faster. And besides, you liked it.”
His face eases in toward me again, but this time, I see through the taunt and push him. I need to create some boundaries with this man.
“You can’t go throughout your life kissing me whenever you want!”
He chuckles darkly under his breath, easing back. “I gained that advantage upon our marriage.”
I stand and glare at him. “You never gained thatso-calledadvantage because you left me.”
A flash of surprise crosses Jerrick’s features, but I’ve dealt with this parlor trick for long enough.
Even though I need his help, my annoyance supersedes that. At least for today, I am not giving him another chance.
Jerrick hasn’t been present during the meetings Jonas and I have had, and with my shoulder healed, I need to cut my losses and find another way to learn my magic and rely on Niko.
I stew in my vexation and head for the door.
When I pull the latch, a large hand blocks me.
Warmth emits from behind as Jerrick’s chest meets my back. He lowers, whispering softly, “You are not leaving this room.”
I pinch my eyebrows in irritation, watching his large hand’s veins twitch. “Yes. I. Am,” I grit out, fighting against his weight pressed on the door.
A shudder rolls down my spine when Jerrick traces the length of my arm, my breath hitching.
“Are you so quick to forget what I can do?” His voice is low and guttural as his lips tickle below my ear. “I can make yourblood boil, and I can make it cool down. All from a look, a touch. I can even make you need me,wantme.”
The admission has me wanting to scream and run away, yet my feet remain planted, unable to move beyond his tantalizingly sweet touch.
I arch into him as he wraps his hand around my hip.
His scent is intoxicating, and I want to rub against him and savor the desire blooming from his grip. Jerrick’s throat bobs near my skin, and I move faster than my mind can follow.
My eyes widen when our bodies have switched places, his back against the door and my body pressing up on his.
“Iknewyou wanted me,” he rumbles, low and sensual, as his eyes twinkle in amusement.
My lungs cease expanding while I fight against his touch, his gaze, his everything. An unquenchable need surges down to my core, arousal happening between my legs.
It latches me in place, making it hard to control my reactions. The sweat hanging between us does nothing for my rapid beating heart.
I shut my eyes in concentration, hoping to gain some traction with myself.
