Dawn’s body bucked against the exquisite heat that she couldn’t get enough of. It chased away the frigid cold that had frozen her. She had feared that she would never move again until little by little warmth had begun to creep inside her. Slowly at first, until it spread into the coldest regions of her body and she began to feel life return to her limbs.
A shot of warmth penetrated her darkness. A kiss. Warm lips pressed against her cold ones. Familiar lips. Cree’s lips. She wanted desperately to respond, but at the moment she couldn’t. The bitter cold bit down to her bones, and she couldn’t move. She had to regain her strength and chase away the iciness that froze her. And those lips were helping to do just that. And those hands? Lord, if they didn’t spark a fire that began to spread rapidly.
She swallowed the silent moan that radiated throughout her body as something warm and wonderful and deliciously intimate worked its way inside her ever so determinedly. She had to wake up. She had to. She fought against the darkness and the cold that was slowly fading away. Then finally when she felt a thick hardness slip into her and move ever so gently, she managed, with a struggle, to open her eyes.
Cree was staring at her, a scowl coupled with a smile on his face. “Come for me,” he whispered and squeezed her mouth open so that his tongue could dart in and drive her crazy, turn her hot, and make her want to come repeatedly.
His tongue thrust as he thrust, and she managed to move one hand and press it against his muscled arm as she tried to match his rhythm, but without success, her body still too stiff from the cold.
He drew his mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear, “Slow and easy, Dawn, until I thaw you completely.”
That sounded good to her, for it was truly difficult for her to move. Besides, she was enjoying being thawed. While her climax was building and making her feel incredibly warm and wonderful, she also felt drained and thought of how delightful it would feel to fall asleep safely in Cree’s strong arms.
Her climax sent a shot of heat down to her very core and the second one that quickly followed flamed it even further until it consumed every pore in her body. The third one left her spent and unable to move.
“Dawn?”
Cree’s voice was gentle and filled with concern.
She opened her eyes, though she did not want to. She much preferred to go to sleep.
“Answer me or I will throttle you?” he snapped with a brush of his hand along her brow.
She grinned wide and nodded, no doubt looking foolish, but she didn’t care. She felt warm, comfortable, and safe. She was with the man she loved. Her eyes suddenly widened, realizing where she was and that she had just made love with her husband. How had she gotten there? Had her husband found her?
“Surprised to find yourself here, naked in my bed?”
She spotted a hint of anger in his dark eyes, but it did not disturb her, since love shined more strongly in them. She nodded, then wrinkled her brow and shrugged.
“Want to know how you got here, do you?”
She nodded again and tapped his chest.
“No, it wasn’t me who found you. It was Torr and thank God he did. Whatever were you thinking?”
She shivered, though not from his snappish tongue. He had slipped to her side and the absence of his warm body left her feeling chilled.
“Damn,” he muttered and quickly tugged her naked body against his, tossing his leg over hers and pulled her close. Then he yanked the blanket over them, tucking it tightly against her back and over her shoulders.
She shivered once again, though this time from the blessed warmth that began to return.
“Why did you do such a foolish thing?” he admonished.
She had to wiggle herself a bit loose from his tight hold to tap his chest, and then her own before shaking her head.
Cree shivered this time, for he not only understood her perfectly, he felt the same. “You don’t want to be without me.”
She nodded, reached for his hand and entwined her fingers with his, as if locking them together. She then patted his chest and her own and tapped their entangled hands.
“Always together.”
She nodded again, a smile slowly surfacing. She pointed at him and then to herself and shook her head.
“Never apart.”
Her smile spread. He understood her as easily as if she had spoken the words.
Cree felt the same as she did. He never wanted to be parted from her. Not only would he miss her terribly, he would worry that no one could protect her as well as he could. But she could not always go with him. There were times, though he hated to admit it, that they would have to be apart.