Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite, Book One) (10 page)

Another incredibly long, boring hour later, I rested my elbow upon the table with my hand up against my cheek—even a daydream couldn’t have saved me. Zach, Kipp and I went through all their findings, right down to minute details since day one of their investigation on the Reid case.

As the conversation ended, the disbelief in Max’s expression deepened. “Unbelievable—fucking unbelievable.”

“Believe it,” Zach replied. “One of our own shot Kipp.”

Eddie slammed his chair back and paced the room. “Dirty motherfucking cop.”

Max’s bothered expression shifted to one of confusion. He glanced at the chair, which I revealed had been Kipp’s location. “How are you sure the attack on you is connected to the case?”

“Tell him what we know,” Kipp said to me.

I didn’t need him to clarify further. “Percy Mills.”

Max’s brow furrowed. “Percy Mills?”

Here we went again with the ridiculous repeats, which had become my new best friend. “Yes, Percy Mills—he’s the killer and also an alias.”

“So Kipp had discovered a suspect?” Max asked with interest.

“Exactly,” I replied, not needing Kipp to answer. I’d grown tired of repeating myself—over and over again. I didn’t need his words to relay the information. “And he got shot to keep him quiet.”

Kipp sighed. “I never said that either.”

“Yes, I know,” I told him with a sigh of my own, “but I knew the answer, so why wait? Repeating myself all the time is like being that annoying kid who always mocks what you say. It’s not fun.”

Either he enjoyed that I took control or liked my snappy response, because a heated smile grazed his lips.

Oh no you don’t.
I wouldn’t embarrass myself all over again in front of these men. No thank you. I focused my thoughts on how it’d feel to stand nude in the Arctic.

Max glanced at his watch. “It’s close to midnight.” He rubbed his hands across his tired eyes and raised his gaze to Zach. “I suspect there’s more you need to say here?”

Zach nodded.

“Right, let’s regroup in the morning.” He gestured toward me. “Bring her with you. Eddie and I will assist you with the case.” He stood from his seat, heading toward the door with Eddie following behind.

“Great. I can go home.” I stretched and smiled. “Oh, how sweet that sounds.”

Zach shook his head. “Sorry to ruin your good mood, but you’re not going home. Since I can’t talk to Kipp without you, you need to stay close to me until this case is solved.”

I huffed, folded my arms across my chest and even stomped my foot. Yes, I’m capable of such things after the shit I’d gone through. “What do you mean I can’t go home? Where am I supposed to go?”

Kipp’s expression swept with raw intense heat. “To my bed, of course.”

Chapter Five

The cozy bed and warm blanket invited me as I snuggled my head against the pillow with a sigh. Kipp’s room was the definition of a man’s space—dark-gray walls, cherry wood furniture and black bed sheets. But it provided me with everything I needed, peace and quiet.

A creak against the floorboard caught my attention and I lifted my head. The sight before me not only confused me, but shocked me. I rubbed my eyes, blinking a couple more times, however the image remained.

“You want me, haven’t you?” Kipp’s voice filled with emotion and washed over my body to send tingles straight to my center.

I nodded, incapable of speech. He stood at the end of the bed, naked. His wide shoulders melted away to arm muscles I couldn’t deny were a piece of God’s handiwork. His chest bulged with two impeccable square muscles, and lord, did I crave to run my hands along his tanned flesh all the way down to the hard lines of his abs.

Apparently, he wanted me too. His thick erection was so hard it never moved from its eager position while he made his way closer toward me. He met the edge of the bed, placed a knee on the mattress and I forced my gaze back to his eyes. The grin on his face held more power to arouse me than his body did.

A rush of pure lust took me to a place my mind couldn’t process or contain. I raised myself off the bed and took his gorgeous face in my hands. “Make me forget why it’s wrong to love you.”

“I’ll do that and more.” He closed the distance between us to capture my lips.

How can he touch me?

My hesitation only lasted a second when his wet tongue swept across mine in slow, steady movements. How his soft lips molded with mine so perfectly. He grabbed onto the back of my head and deepened the kiss. His breath came rough through his nose as his lips became firmer, guiding me to feel the strength—the presence—that lived within him.

Oh how I believed it. Not only with his mouth against mine, but in his muscles as I moved my hands from his face and ran them gingerly along his biceps, causing each one to flex in response.

He nibbled through the kisses, took my tongue into his mouth to suck it, and with a deep groan, he devoured me as if he’d waited a lifetime to have my body just this way.

I whimpered in need. I’d never been so aroused from kissing. The longer our embrace went on, the more I wished he’d get on with it and take me until I saw stars. But as he drew away from my mouth, I met his ravishing gaze and an undeniable truth lived within. He’d only begun. His desire to taste me, kiss me, have me in his arms had consumed him, and now that he could do so, he wouldn’t waste it on hurried wants.

With his eyes focused on mine, he moved slowly down my body. I shuddered and my gasp froze in my throat as my nipples tightened with a desperation only his mouth could relieve. As he nestled above my chest, his playful grin declared he planned to entice me to the point of insanity. He leaned down, and with a light lick on the swell of my breast, I was sure he’d already gotten me there.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and squeezed, begging him to come at me harder and to end the anticipation that made my center contract. He growled deep and low as he bit my skin, and with the softest touch, licked the taut bud. I arched my back and a gasp of pleasure sprang from my throat.

He kissed his way over to the other breast where he repeated the move. I trembled, quivered in requirement for him to give me more. My body burned with desire as my stomach fluttered with butterflies.

“Now you’re ready for me, baby,” he said huskily and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He placed the little bud between his teeth, squeezing gently, but the pressure had been the relief I needed. I tightened my fingers in his hair, held him there and begged him to continue.

He held my breasts in his hands and switched between them, pleasuring each one deliciously. I moaned, gasped and squirmed beneath him. He held such confidence—so sure about his movements. No gentleness lived within him. No hesitation. When he acted, he did so with poise and an arrogance I surely believed he was due.

Not until he had his fix and I flushed with uncontrollable arousal did he leave my breasts. I watched him kiss hungrily down my stomach and I didn’t hesitate in his advance. I widened my legs, drew them back against my body and gripped my knees to spread myself wide, allowing him full access.

He didn’t waste a moment and placed his hands under my bottom, raised me and angled my body up to him. When he lowered himself between my thighs, I gasped, a sound to put a voice to my scorching body.

I squirmed beneath him. He placed his hand on my stomach and he held me still. With his other hand, he slid one finger inside me. I moaned with pure satisfaction as he passed through my tender flesh. Exactly what I needed, the force of something driving me, filling me. I wanted more. He didn’t deny me and removed the finger to replace it with two. His fingers were thick, strong and just as large as any man’s I’d slept with before. He stroked. His gaze stayed focused on mine. His pupils dilated. I moaned along with his movements. Little noises, which spoke of the happiness I experienced having him there and looking at me so intently.

A knowing grin rose to his face, and before I figured out what the look had been about, he curled his fingers. A loud gasp of surprise escaped my mouth and my eyes widened. In one swift move, he found my sweet spot, a place I thought had been foreign to me until now. I thrust my hips in a demand he play with the area and build the sensation rising inside me.

“No one has pleasured you right,” he said, equal parts haughtiness and satisfaction.

I grasped the sheets with my hands. “Don’t stop.”

He put more weight against my stomach with his hand, angling my body further. He kept his fingers deep inside me and flicked the sensitive spot. I released shuddering breaths, squeals—everything and anything that screamed of a complete loss of control.

My hands tightened in the bed sheets. “M-m-more.”

His eyes burned deeper, his jaw clenched tight and he took it upon himself to send me to heaven himself. He slammed his fingers inside with the palm of his hand only adding to the sensation as he stimulated my nub. My entire body tightened and I arched my head back, sucking in a breath. I extended my legs and my toes pointed as my body teetered between life and death.

My breath whooshed out, my eyes fluttered open. My body was heavy and tingled with erotic fulfillment.

I blinked slowly. Kipp now positioned above me, his gaze needy and wanting as he knelt between my legs. He placed his hands on my knees, bending my legs back along my sides to open for him. Then he took his erection in his hand, stroked it and placed the tip against my center.

I ran my gaze over him and I’d never seen anything so beautiful. Against the sculpted lines of his abs, the hairless skin made his erection look all too appetizing. I craved to taste him, touch him, but the strain he suffered made my wants impossible. His desperate eyes told me he couldn’t wait any longer to have me.

With a slow, gentle movement of restraint on his part, he found a home inside me. His eyes closed and his moan touched my soul as it spoke of a truth that this—whatever held between us—had been real no matter what the circumstances. I cupped his face as he moved oh so slow. His expression filled with lustful intentions. But something else too—something far deeper as his gaze of love bore into mine.

Without a single inkling of warning, he slammed into me with the full strength of his body. I screamed, a sharp sound of surprise and almost pain from intense pleasure. He slid out only to thrust back into me, harder now. He waited only a moment for me to gather my breath before he repeated the move.

Again.

And again.

The bed banged against the wall. I shook to my core as he tormented me with his rough thrusts. I panted, cried out, unable to do anything else, powerless to make sense of the sensations. Every nerve bud in my body awakened.

“Not yet,” Kipp all but growled. I released a sharp cry as he stilled. “I’ll finish you, but I want to watch you ride me when I do.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pushed him back so he knelt, climbed on top of him and lowered down onto his erection. With his hands on my hips, I wrapped my legs around him, held on to his shoulders and rocked against him.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice dropped an octave and his hands tightened around my hips. “Do you know how insane you drive me? Fuck, Tess, you’re incredible.”

“Prove it—show me how wild I make you.” I met his gaze in a challenge to make good on his promises.

The corner of his mouth curved and the hooded look in his eyes told me I might regret my words. I wanted to lower my head, melt into his embrace to save myself from the intensity capturing me, but I couldn’t look away from him. Not with his eyes raging with more passion than I thought lived in one person. Not when he looked at me as though he’d been undeserving of me. And definitely not when his eyes said that after we were done, he’d only want more.

He rocked me harder against him in an urgent demand. “Tess,” he shouted.

“Kipp.” I echoed his shout, but suddenly, everything around me blurred. His movements increased, his expression tight and filled with the tension of his impending release.

“Tess,” he called out again. Now it’d been loud and demanding—not at all lustful.

Wait! What?

I shot straight up out of bed and glanced around, trying to make sense of what happened, plus attempting to settle my pounding heart.

Kipp loomed over his bed—fully clothed. He reached out as if he wanted to touch me, but pulled back his hand. “Are you okay?” Concern showed heavy in his gaze.

“What?” I exhaled, breathless.

“You were moaning and saying my name. Did you have a bad dream?”

Holy shit, it was a dream.

I had heard of erotic dreams. Hell, I always wanted one, but not with the man in the dream staring at me, asking why I yelled out his name. “Er, I didn’t have a bad dream.”

Kipp’s worry settled into a smile. “Everything all right?”

I nodded, glancing down at the bed, unable to meet his stare, nibbling on my bottom lip. “Everything’s fine.”

“Seems like you had a good dream.” His voice sounded rich with amusement. “Do you wanna share?”

Oh yes, I’d been way too obvious that my dream was sex related. Kipp knocked me off my game. For years, I prided myself on the ability to show nothing on my face. But with him, it’d been impossible to do so. I needed to correct the problem. I lifted my chin and glared at him. “I dreamed about my ex-boyfriend.”