Page 77 of Kiss of Ice

But she’d moved closer to him and had a hand on his forehead before he could stop her. He felt her legs nudge against his under the water.

“You look a bit hot,” she said, frowning. “Maybe we’d better get you back to bed. I can cool you down again.”Seven hells.He bit back a groan as his mind helpfully supplied an image of her naked body lying on top of him.

“Ah, no, I’m fine. Really. Why don’t you go and get dressed? Ask the maids to fetch some food?”And I’ll wait in the bath until this stupid thing deflates.

“Kam, what’s wrong? You can tell me… oh.”

He followed her eyes. The bubbles had dispersed enough that she could clearly see his erection straining upwards. Startled, she looked to him for an explanation.

“Apologies,” he said ruefully. “It’s a natural reaction. Unfortunately, men are often at the mercy of their nether regions. Especially in the vicinity of a beautiful woman.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

He tilted his head to one side, as if she was asking a nonsensical question.

“Have I not made that clear?”

He thinks I’m beautiful.And the proof was right there. Rigid and undeniable.

Her gaze flicked to it again, inquisitive this time. She’d never seen one before yesterday, and she’d never seen one fully erect.

She edged closer, staring at it with unabashed curiosity. And then, without quite believing her own audacity, she reached out and gripped it.

Thirty One

Gods.He was big. Her fist could barely close around it. Was that normal?

Kam yelped in surprise as he felt her hand settle on his shaft.

“Ren, what are you doing?” His erection swelled, the firmness of her grip sending spirals of pleasure through his groin.

“Show me,” she said. “Show me how to pleasure you. Like you showed me withmybody.”

She was fascinated by the organ in her hand. It pulsed as if it was alive. She squeezed tentatively and felt it quiver in response.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said hoarsely. He tried to catch his breath. “I would never force you to…”

“Like this?” She moved her hand along his length and he couldn’t help himself. He thrust upwards, a small groan escaping his lips.

“Seven hells, woman, what are you doing to me?”

“Show me, Kam. Put your hand over mine. Show me what to do.”

He closed his palm over hers, increasing the pressure on his shaft. Then he moved her hand up and down, a rhythmic stroking that sent bolts of pleasure shooting to his core.

Ren watched his reaction avidly. The rod in her hand grew even harder, though she wouldn’t have thought it possible. Kam was powerless to stop his hips jerking up into her grip every time she stroked downwards.

Watching his arousal was intoxicating. Her nipples stiffened and she found her own core was throbbing.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered.

“Don’t stop, my queen. I’m close. Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”

His head fell back as he felt the familiar tension gather at the base of his stomach.

“Open your eyes,” she said sharply, echoing his words from the inn. “I want you to see me while you come.”

“Witch,” he muttered. But he locked his gaze on her. His excitement grew as she pumped his manhood. The muscles in his thighs were trembling and he ached for release. He slowed her hand, wanting it to last longer.

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