Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunday Snog! Fire Woman style!!!
She’s everything he needs...if he can withstand the burn.
Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn't immolate him first.
Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He's got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.
Contains some hot sex between a fire elemental and a sexy water elemental.
“You’ve got one hell of a right hook when you want to get a guy’s attention.”
She forced a snort. “Yeah.”
“Did you dream about him? Like we were… about to make love, but he showed up?” He grasped her palm and kissed the tender skin. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to?”
“Make love? Now?” she whispered. Yes, she wanted to know every square inch of his body and feel him moving within her. Niccolo and his stupid commands be damned.
Propped on one elbow, Zac cradled her body tight against his and rubbed his nose along her cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment Luc brought you to the studio.”
“Me?” Her voice squeaked. Great. Way to sound confident. With him so close, she saw not only the blue in his eyes, but the rings of azure blending with white streaks along his pupil. A girl could get lost in such a brilliant palette of color.
“That’s why I brought you to my most sacred place. The dog likes you, I’m hooked on you. Works for me, now kiss me.” Zac blotted out any response she could come up with and lowered his lips to hers. She opened to him, licking along his bottom lip and tangling her tongue with his.
“Lay back,” he murmured.
Atria did as he asked, but she didn’t take her gaze off him. The whole scene, him there with her, him interested in her -- it had to be a dream. “Zac?”
“Hush.” Kisses fluttered along her inner thigh. “Enjoy.”
Her mind raced as he nudged the Henley up to her breasts. Enjoy sex? Duh. Not worry she’d incinerate him? Umm… She stilled his hands. “Wait.”
He smiled up at her, molding his hand to her breast. “Atria, love, it’ll be good. Promise.” As if to punctuate his words, Zac drew circles on the lacy surface of her bra.
She shuddered as the kiss of cool air caressed her fevered skin. Her nipples beaded. Dear Goddess, she yearned for his touch, and since he hadn’t turned to a pile of charred man…
“Kiss me,” she bit out and shoved the shirt up over her chest. Better to say what she wanted than give in to the fear. Atria closed her eyes. The chill from his breath meshed with the heat in the room as he sucked on her tender flesh. Instead of apprehension, sheer delight swirled low in her belly. Each swipe of his tongue felt like ice crystals on her skin… too intoxicating and just right.
“Everywhere, love, everywhere.” Zac kissed the top of each breast before releasing her from the lacey bra. Using his moist tongue, he drew circles over her areolas. Liquid excitement flooded her core.
Sizzles crept up her spine and heat settled between her thighs. Atria pressed her legs together. A whimper escaped her throat, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“Let me know you love this,” Zac murmured around her nipple. His words vibrated the sensitive tissues. “You’re beautiful.”
Shimmers started in her toes and shot straight from her breasts to her pussy. Enjoy his attention? Absolutely. His hair tickled her stomach as he nuzzled a heated trail from her chest down to the elastic of her lingerie. His scent clogged her brain -- sweat, spicy cologne and raw masculinity. She fisted her hands in the sheets, intent on committing every one of his movements to memory.
“Mine,” he said, his words vibrating over her core. Zac tugged the flimsy panties from her hips and down her legs. “Shaved.” His cold breath fanned over her nether region. “My favorite.”
Atria shivered and relinquished the sheets. “Oh!” He liked her bare?
Zac paused and looked up at her. Concern shone in his azure eyes. “Too cold?”
“Perfect,” she murmured and threaded her fingers into his hair, pushing him back to her core. Zac resumed licking, his tongue sliding over her labia with each swipe. The sensation of his frosty breath on her skin made the synapses in her brain misfire. “Too good.”
“Hell, yes.” Zac eased his finger into her pussy. “So wet and so tight. Beautiful.”
Atria dug her heels into the mattress. Orgasm shimmered throughout her being. Already? Had it been that long since she’d come? Zac’s finger pumping into her vagina and his tongue flicking on her clit made it harder than hell to think. Being right on the edge of oblivion felt good, but scary. She could combust in seconds and take him right with her. No, she didn’t want to incinerate him. She wanted him around a lot longer. Fuck. The guy she liked -- maybe loved -- and she couldn’t allow herself to climax.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” His words vibrated all the way to her core. “It won’t kill me. I want to see you come apart.”
She hesitated. One more push towards ecstasy, and their good thing would come to the inevitable fiery end.
“The burn feels so good, love.” His voice, controlled and patient, soothed her frayed nerves. “It feels right.”
Confusion slipped into her brain. Felt right? Felt good? Love? He didn’t… ? Zac should’ve been a gigantic ball of orange flames.
Still pumping his middle finger into her canal, Zac smiled up at her. “See? I’m good. Better than good.” His thrusts increased. “Come, love.”
He wasn’t in flames. Not a singe in sight. Could it be he wasn’t affected by her gift? Sizzles danced along her skin, illuminating the room. The scent of fresh rain filled the room. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Hell with her fears. Atria closed her eyes and rode his hand.
“Oh, Goddess,” she murmured.