Frostbite (Last Call #5) by Moira Rogers Page B

given him away—that or the frown. “Does it bother
you?”
    She tilted her head. “I might be terribly
shallow, but...no. I want to touch you. That’s all I’m really
thinking about right now.”
    The part of him braced for rejection relaxed
minutely. Cain released her hair and held up the key. “Then I look
forward to being touched, as long as you make me one promise.”
    “ What’s that?”
    He leaned down, close to her ear. A woman
used to silence would enjoy dark whispers. “Keep talking. Your
voice may not strip my will, but it makes my cock hard.”
    Kelsey gripped his tie and
swayed toward him with a moan. “That’s better. I don’t want to
strip your will. I just want .”
    “ Good.” He freed her
fingers and turned her around. “Open the door.” He made the words
an order, just to see how readily she obeyed.
    Her hands trembled as she swiped the card
and turned the knob. Sweet submission, or perhaps just a burning
need gone too long unmet. He waited until she’d edged open the
door, then pressed his body to hers. “Don’t forget to speak. I want
to hear your voice.”
    “ What should I say?” she
whispered.
    He smoothed his hand down her side and
gathered her dress in his fist as the door swung shut behind them.
“Tell me how it feels to know I might say no to you.”
    “ Like—” Her head fell back
against his shoulder. “Like doing something dangerous. You know you
could get caught, you almost want to. I mean, you don’t, but the fact that you
could...”
    His emotions were difficult
to stir, but his body responded quickly enough. His cock strained
the front of his pants as he rubbed against her. “You’ve been
getting away with things for a long time. I think you do want to get
caught.”
    “ Maybe.” Kelsey moved, slow
and sensuous. “The more aroused I get, the harder the magic hits.
Can you feel it?”
    More than he wanted to admit. He eased her
dress higher and stroked her belly. “You’re grinding against my
dick, darling. You know I can.”
    “ It could be purely
physical.” She turned in his arms and slipped her hands under the
lapels of his jacket. “What do you like?”
    “ Grinding.” He reached
behind her to tug at the zipper on her dress. “A woman’s naked
form. The way she tastes while she’s coming.”
    Kelsey tugged down the bodice of her dress
to reveal black lacy lingerie with demure, sweet little ribbons. “I
think I’ll like talking. Not even during sex, perhaps, but
this...is nice.”
    Yes, words would unravel her. Even a
reaper’s coldness couldn’t suppress the fascination of learning a
woman’s needs and solving the riddle of her pleasure. “Talking can
be quite an aphrodisiac, even without a magical voice.”
    She abandoned her own clothes and reached
for his belt, her features set in hunger.
    With his cock aching, he wasn’t about to
stop her. “Use your words, darling. What do you want? Do you want
to touch me?”
    Her hands clenched around the leather, and
she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “I want you naked so
I can look at you.”
    He slid his finger under her chin, tilted
her head up. “Undress me,” he whispered before catching her lower
lip between his teeth.
    A shudder took her, and she kissed him—hard.
She pushed at his jacket and tugged at his shirt. One button went
flying, but she pressed closer, angling her hips against his
erection with another moan.
    Heat flared. It wasn’t her magic because she
wasn’t saying a damn word, not that she could now that he’d licked
her lips apart. He claimed her mouth and pushed her dress past her
hips to pool on the floor.
    She kicked the dress away, freed the last
button on his shirt, and moved on to his belt without breaking the
kiss. Finally, she pulled away, but only to whisper, “Shoes.”
    He briefly considered making her remove
them, but there were more interesting commands he could issue. One
in particular, though he sat and reached for his shoes before
murmuring