Fire and Ice (3 page)

Chapter Five

Liam would have stood on his head and recited the alphabet
backward if that’s what it took to get inside Elle. Licking her sexy little
pussy, hearing her soft whimpers and lapping up every last drop of her cream
had turned his balls blue. And now she was going to prolong the agony?

He growled between clenched teeth. “Baby, when we’re done
here, you and I are going back to my hotel. I’m going to fuck you senseless
until the sun comes up.”

Her beautiful brown eyes widened, lust glazing their dark
depths. “You’re used to getting exactly what you want, aren’t you?”

Her mouth was so close to the tip of his cock, he could feel
her hot breath streaming across the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the
slit. He had a sudden vision of yanking her head back and thrusting his shaft
between those full, red lips. Struggling to keep his cock from erupting at the
flood of sensation the image caused, he merely grunted.

Her fingers brushed the delicate skin at the base of his
shaft. The jolt in his cock nearly made him stagger.

“What is it you want, Liam? Really?”

“You.”

She cupped his sac in the palm of her hand, pushing his
balls upward, caressing them as she blew across the tip of his cock.

The muscles in his legs weakened, threatening to give out.
“Fuck!”

You. Fuck
.

Oh yeah. Real coherent, Blackhawk
.

The woman had robbed him of his wits. He thought he had
magic in his release? Ha! The moment she came on his tongue he’d lost the
ability to reason.

“You won’t be able to hold back if I take you in my mouth,
will you?”

Damn, she sounded so proud of herself. He wanted to prove
her wrong, but he knew the moment her scorching tongue seared his cock, he’d
give in to the agony streaming through his balls and flood her throat with his
seed.

He wanted to come more than anything. Well,
almost
more than anything. He wanted to bury his cock inside her hot, tight pussy
more.

Growling for a second time -- she’d reduced him to caveman
speak, for God’s sake! -- Liam grabbed her upper arm and yanked her to her
feet. Her smug smile disappeared.

He kissed her once, hard, thrusting his tongue inside her
mouth, pushing his erection against her belly and grinding it there for a
moment before forcing himself to pull away.

Before she could react, he spun her around, pushed her
against the wall and spread her legs apart with his foot.

Elle chuckled, a hoarse, sexy laugh that echoed through the
room. Thrusting her ass out toward him so he could get a good look at the pink,
swollen folds of her pussy, she splayed her palms against the wall. An hour
ago, she might have gotten frostbite from that move. Now, the steamy air in the
sealed “freezer” made the place feel more like a sauna.

She wiggled her perfect ass, teasing him mercilessly. “Is
this what you want?”

“Trust me, Elle,” he said, his voice husky and raw. “This is
only the beginning.”

She sucked in a breath as he gripped her hips and positioned
his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “You promise?”

The vulnerability in her voice nearly made him stagger. Gone
was the teasing, sexy vixen who’d nearly brought him to his knees. Now she was
simply Elle… wonderful, sexy, vibrant Elle.

He understood exactly what those two little words meant.

I want you. And not just for tonight
.

Liam’s throat constricted. He’d been so busy chasing fame
he’d given no thought to a relationship. He simply hadn’t had the time. Or,
truth be told, the inclination.

His art depended on his ability to lust after someone hard
enough to create her out of his fantasies and then sculpt her as he pictured
them together, their bodies coming together as one. Until tonight, he hadn’t
met anyone who’d aroused him enough to become his permanent muse.

Everything about Elle was different. It wasn’t just the heat
cascading off her sexy little body that had him struggling to make sense of his
emotions. It was the way she looked at him, ready to trust him with her heart.

Could he take the gift she offered? Or would the ice that had
been crystallizing in his soul as he’d chased fame and fortune end up
destroying the simmering passion that made her who she was?

“Oh, the hell with this!”

Elle shoved hard against him. His cock slammed home, ripping
a raspy cry from the bottom of his soul. Her rounded ass caressed his abdomen
as the walls of her pussy gripped him, squeezing down, trapping him in a molten
vise of pure, heady passion.

Her curls cascaded around her shoulders and across the
fabric of her shirt, which still covered her back. She writhed in ecstasy,
setting the rhythm, fucking him in earnest.

He could barely think straight. Leaning across her back, he
reached around her and pinched a taut nipple. She shuddered around him, and he
knew she was as close as he was.

She’d teased him, making him think he was the only one who
could barely hold back. He might have even believed her, if she hadn’t shown
him how urgently she needed him, too.

His body hummed with arousal. She’d asked him for more than
he’d thought he could give. But right now, with his cock buried deep in her
incredible pussy, he wanted to promise her the world.

He drew his lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard.
The metallic taste of blood flooded his senses, keeping him grounded. He
wouldn’t make promises he wasn’t sure he could keep.

Her cunt squeezed around him. Her hips undulated with
feminine grace as she fucked him fiercely. His smooth thrusts met hers, burying
his cock deep in her pussy with every stroke. Her breasts bounced in his palms,
hot and heavy, incredibly responsive to his ministrations.

The tide of warmth she’d poured over him grew to a raging,
molten need. She seemed to sense it and sped up, her folds kissing his balls
with every hungry stroke.

He squeezed both nipples, tweaking them, pulling just hard
enough to get a reaction.

And God, did he ever.

Elle came with a scream. Her cunt shuddered, spasming around
him. The agony in his balls churned, need boiling within him, simmering over
the top of his self-control.

The seed spurt from his cock with the blazing force of a
lightning bolt. It scorched him, adding another dimension to the delicious
release. His shaft pulsed forever, streaming his seed, sending it deep inside
Elle’s channel.

Gasping, Liam leaned his forehead against her shoulder. His
cock twitched, still coming way past the point he thought it should have
stopped.

Elle’s back heaved with the force of her ragged breathing.
When he could trust himself to speak, he brushed the mass of curls away from
her throat and pressed a kiss to the sweat-slicked skin.

“What do you do, Elle? For a living, I mean.”

She turned her head and regarded him with dark, unreadable
eyes. “Do you really care? You’ll be gone tomorrow. Maybe it’s better if we
don’t share too much.”

His heart clenched. Did she really think him so cold?
“Better? Or easier?”

She shrugged and tried to pull away. He wrapped his arms
around her waist, pressing her tightly to him.

Belatedly, he realized his erection hadn’t waned, even after
that breathtaking orgasm. Before he could marvel at that, another truth
suddenly drove the air from his lungs. Excitement zinged through him.

“Yes.” He caressed her cheek and turned her face until their
lips were only a breath apart. “Yes, I care. And yes I promise… this is only
the beginning.”

Her slick pussy fluttered around his shaft. A frown marred
her lovely face. “I don’t --”

“You’re my muse, Elle.” It should have sounded corny.
Stupid. It didn’t. Not to him. Not when it felt so right.

She rolled her eyes. Or rather, she tried to, but her gaze
stuck on something on the ceiling. An uneven chuckle turned into a full-blown
laugh.

Liam frowned. He’d confessed his deepest, most intimate
feelings and she laughed at him? Sure she liked to tease, but this was too
much, even for her.

“What’s so funny?”

Still chuckling, Elle pointed a slender finger at the
ceiling. Liam followed her gaze. For a moment, he had no idea what he was
looking at. Then he saw it. The crusty ice that had probably been forming in
the freezer for years had been melting steadily since Elle’s arrival. Now, the
coarse sheet of ice had formed grooves, hills, and valleys as it defrosted.

And right above their heads, it had formed an icicle. Only
rather than being long and thin, this one hung in the perfect shape of a sprig
of mistletoe --leaves, berries and all.

Before he could even consider the implications of what that
might mean, Elle kissed him, stunning him out of his reverie. Her tongue traced
his lips and delved inside to twine with his.

Loathe to pull his cock from her body, but wanting
desperately to hold her in his arms, he shifted until his rod slipped out, then
gathered her to him.

She wrapped her arms around him, her breasts flush against
his chest. “Someone once told me teenage crushes never amount to anything.”

The mere proximity of her sent waves of rippling lust
through his body. “She lied.”

Elle’s full lips curved into a brilliant smile. “I’ll be
damned. Ricki’s probably getting engaged tonight after all.”

“You think we’ll be invited to the wedding?”

She smoothed a lock of hair away from his brow. “Most
definitely. Though knowing Ricki, she’ll probably make you sculpt something out
of frozen yogurt as a wedding gift.”

He glanced up at the mistletoe. Grinning, he bent down,
swept one arm under her knees and lifted her off the ground. “I might need your
help with that one.”

She giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
“You know what else?”

The sheer joy etched upon her features made his heart skip a
beat. “What, beautiful?”

She wiggled her bare toes. “Waiting for Prince Charming to
sweep a girl off her feet isn’t such a bad idea, either.”

Lacey Savage

Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her
dreams -- or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy
fantasies (and she’s got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and
mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A
hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of
relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband
and their mischievous cat. You can learn more about Lacey by visiting her
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