Beauty In Her Madness (Winterland Tale #3) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,74
tingled with excitement at feeling his mouth move against mine, his tongue sweeping in, deepening the kiss.
A groan ebbed up from his throat. “Fuck, Dinah.” He moved us out of the bright kitchen into a darker corner of the living room. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that. Really kiss you. And it’s still not really me.”
I felt so buzzed; my mind couldn’t think past wanting more. Going up on my toes, my lips covered his, my teeth nipping his mouth.
“Santa’s elf,” he hissed, his body pressing me harder into the wall, his erection burning against my stomach. “Come to me.”
“Where?”
“Winterland,” he muttered against my ear, biting my neck. “I want to spread you out on my bed in my bungalow overlooking the ocean and make love to you all night. I will discover every inch of your body.”
My breath slowed, my pussy contracting at his words, the promise of endless pleasure, of losing myself for a bit, fluttered exhilaration in my stomach. Blaze would take care of me. I knew that, and I needed it so badly. I hadn’t had good sex in forever, and my body trembled at the possibility.
Still, I was hesitant. And not about the person I should have been.
“Don’t think, Dinah. It’s not complicated. Your body needs it, and I want nothing more than to give it to you.” His hands skated down my sides, brushing my breasts, his hips rolling against me. “I want you coming so hard that everyone in Winterland will hear you.”
“Yes,” I responded, not wanting to think about anything but feeling good for a night.
“Thank Claus,” he exhaled, twining our fingers. He was about to turn around when a hand came down on his shoulder. In a blink, his frame was torn from mine, and he was shoved across the room.
“Stay the fuck away from her.” A dark-haired guy even taller and more built snarled down at Jacob/Blaze before turning to me.
I sucked in. It was Mr. Basketball himself, the guy who constantly hit on me, but his normally hazel eyes were icy blue like last time.
Frost.
“What the fuck is your problem, brother?” Blaze popped up, shoving at Frost, not moving him an inch, drawing attention from the crowd.
Frost stepped up to Blaze, growling. “You don’t touch her.”
“She can decide for herself. And she already has. It’s always been us. She’s always chosen to be with me. Not you,” he knocked at his brother, a smirk of satisfaction on his mouth. “Right, Dinah?”
I couldn’t speak, gaping at the two. Their shells might have looked similar to guys I didn’t really know, but everything else was so much the Miser brothers I knew, all I could see was them.
Frost snorted at my silence, his head tipping to the side, his tone cold and angry. “I told you. She’s mine.” It was not a claim, but a threat.
Blaze glared at his brother.
“Holy shit! Jacob and Trevor are fighting over the same girl,” a guy hollered through the living room.
Trevor! Right, that was Mr. Basketball’s name.
“Aren’t they best friends?”
Whispers hummed around my ear, eyes digging into me with curiosity, slamming panic and anxiety into me.
“Who is she?”
“Is it Dinah Liddell?”
“They’re fighting over Dinah? Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?”
Frost stepped up to his brother, shoulders back, lifting his chin in a challenge, both of them ready to throw down.
I had to get out. Reality and fantasy were spinning and colliding in my head. For a moment I had given in, letting the world in, but now I realized how insane this all was—if it were actually happening. I could have been acting on things not even occurring, as I did at Scott’s party.
Not trusting my senses, I grabbed my jacket and rushed through the crowd, needing to get out of there.
“Dinah!” Blaze yelled, but I ran for the front door.
“Hey!” Lei grabbed my arm, yanking me to a stop, her eyes wide. “What the hell? I leave you alone for five minutes, and you have the two most popular, hot-as-hell basketball stars fighting over you? Damn, girl, I’m impressed!” She winked at me. “Best way to get over someone is to get under another one…or two.”
Sex. The thing I had been so certain of a moment ago had dissolved into indecision, guilt, and fear.
How could I so quickly jump into bed with someone when Scott’s outline was still marked in ours?
“Dinah?” Blaze called my name through the throng, moving toward me.