Page 19 of Frost
He looks at me. “Yes.”
“Why?” I ask, then yawn so big my eyes water.
“Because I’ve never felt this way,” Jack responds in a soft voice. “About anyone.”
“And how do you feel?” My breaths freeze in my chest as I wait for an answer.
“Like for the first time in my life I’m being tethered to the earth.” Jack reaches over and brushes the hair from my forehead. That’s when I feel his hand trembling a bit. “Mortals aren’t supposed to know I exist. It’s why I work at night, flying high above the trees and remaining invisible to all.” He scoots closer and lays his head on my shoulder. “But I want you to see me, Luka.”
“I do see you.” I smooth a hand down his arm as emotion clogs in my throat. I remember the first day I ever met him. His very presence warmed me, even while being in the freezing cold. “I’ve always seen you.”
Jack turns his head and meets my gaze. “I see you too.”
My body moves on impulse. I grip him by the nape and tug him down to me before our mouths slam together. Jack emits the softest of sounds, a mix between a whimper and a moan, and then he twists his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. He tastes like pine and peppermint, and I can’t get enough. I roll him to his back and hover over him.
“Luka,” he murmurs against my lips. “We shouldn’t.”
“Give me one good reason why.”
Jack stares up at me, lips parted and breaths coming quick. “I can’t think of one.”
And then he captures my mouth in another heated kiss.
He slips a hand under my hoodie and caresses my stomach as we get lost in the taste of each other. I love the warmth of his hand on my skin and the amazing way he makes me feel, like I’m weightless. Floating on air.
“I thought you said I’d be the one on my back,” I taunt, remembering his words from when we were in the kitchen.
Jack smiles before shoving me to my back on the bed. He slides between my legs, and even through our clothing I can feel how hard he is. Fuck, I’m hard too. And I’m in sweatpants, which hide nothing.
“Better?” He places a hand on each side of my head as he stares down at me, his silver hair falling forward. I lift a hand and touch the silky strands. He turns his face into my palm and closes his eyes. “You’re so warm.”
“So are you.” Then, because I’m curious, I slide my hand to his ear. I haven’t touched them before. They feel like any normal ear, though the tips are a bit firmer.
“Do they bother you?” Jack asks with an anxious shake to his voice. Though it’s dark in the room, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window to give us any light, I see that same anxiety mirrored in his eyes as well.
“No.” I trace the soft curve of his ear. “Why would they?”
“Because I’m not human.”
“I know you’re not.” I glide my hand through his hair, marveling at the frost-streaked strands. “I’ve always wanted to bang an elf.”
“Half god, half nymph, you insufferable mortal,” Jack says, though he laughs as he does.
I laugh too. “I know. I just like pestering you.”
“I’d rather you be kissing me,” he responds before bringing his lips back to mine.
I wrap my arms around him and grip his lower back as we kiss. I’ve never enjoyed kissing someone as much as I enjoy it with Jack. My heart pounds in my chest, butterflies flutter in my belly, and my pulse quickens. And my dick… yeah, it’s as hard as a damn rock.
“Have you fucked many humans?” I ask, tearing from his lips so I can lift his sweater up and over his head.
“A few.” He sits up once his sweater is off, and I admire the planes of his abdomen and the sexy little dips of muscle. “My first was a Spartan.”
“Damn. How was it?”
“Rough,” he answers in a husky voice. “But his kisses were tender. He called me his little snow sprite.” Jack’s expression turns sad after that. “He died two days later in battle. And I wept. Gods, how I wept. It was the first time I truly understood how fragile mortals are. How temporary your lives can be.”
My life’s just as temporary. By the way Jack looks at me, I have a feeling he’s thinking the same. A lifetime to me passes in the blink of an eye for him. Immortality always sounded amazing to me, but staring it in the face—seeing the pain in Jack’s eyes as he speaks of the human he lost—makes me think differently.
