Ice_Reaux - Laura Wright Page 0,13

inner skin, aching for the touch of his hand.

He was so gorgeous.

Not pretty like Rage. No. He was too raw. Too savagely male.

But he inflamed her senses in a way she’d never dreamed possible.

Which was no doubt the reason she’d tried so hard to keep him at a distance.

Her attraction to Rage had felt safe. Comfortable. Like a well-worn blanket she could wrap around herself.

Certainly it’d never made her heart race or kept her awake at night.

This need for Ice was increasingly wild, threatening to burn out of control.

Thankfully, there was no reason she couldn’t indulge her innermost fantasies in her dreams.

Right?

As if she’d abruptly lowered some mental barrier, Ice was moving with fluid speed. She shivered as he perched on the edge of the chaise, his hands braced on each side of her shoulders, trapping her in the corner.

Not that she cared. She wanted to be trapped by this male. Sucking in a deep breath, she savored the exotic spice of his musk.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased.

Her hand reached up to mold the hard planes of his chest. The heat of his skin seared her palm, making her puma purr in delight. “You were the one to claim that fewer words were better.”

A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. “So I did.”

Enough.

This was her dream and Cammy was done waiting for what she wanted.

Jerking his head down, she sighed in relief as he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss. Heat sizzled through her, making her toes curl. Her cat hissed, pressing beneath her skin in wicked pleasure.

She heard him release a low growl as his tongue swept between her lips, thrusting in a slow rhythm that clenched her stomach with an aching need.

Instinctively she arched closer to the hardness of his body. She needed more.

She needed his hard length deep inside her.

“Ice,” she breathed as his lips burned a trail of kisses down the curve of her neck.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured, his fingers skimming down her body to grasp the belt of her robe. With one tug he had it undone and was pulling aside the silky material, and with a blatant possession he was cupping her breasts.

“Yes,” she encouraged, her heart pounding as his thumbs teased her nipples to tight buds.

“How about this?” His lips traced the line of her collarbone, moving down to nuzzle the curve of her breasts.

With a muttered sound of pleasure he lapped at the tip of her nipple. Cammy’s pussy clenched at the rough rasp of his tongue over her sensitive flesh.

Dear Goddess. She was ready to orgasm.

“Please.” Her nails dug into his chest. “I want you.”

“I know, Cammy,” he muttered, abruptly moving until he was off the chaise and kneeling between her legs.

Cammy tried to pull him back, but evading her hands, he was quickly stripping her out of her robe. Okay. She liked where he was going with this.

Shrugging out of the sleeves, she allowed him to tug aside the flimsy material. Then, studying him with half-closed eyes, she groaned in encouragement when his clever fingers traced her naked body with gentle care.

Oh yeah. He obviously knew precisely what he was doing.

Was he this skilled in reality?

She was betting he was. Ice was a male who appreciated being the best.

At all things.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed before he was leaning forward to tug one hardened nipple into his mouth.

Cammy’s breath hissed between her clenched teeth. She’d had a variety of sexual fantasies. She might have thought she was destined for Rage, but she liked to imagine a variety of males in her dreams.

But not one of them had ever aroused the savage hunger that was making her squirm beneath his touch.

Who could ever have suspected the badass Ice could be the one to set her on fire?

Her fingers clutched at his hair as she felt the rasp of his whispers against her sensitive flesh.

“I’m glad this is a dream,” she whispered.

“Why?” He moved his lips to her other breast, teasing the hard bud with his teeth before closing his lips over it.

Cammy moaned as he leaned heavily against her, his body pressed to the juncture of her legs. With every movement he brushed against her tender clit, sending jolts of electric excitement through her.

Her hands restlessly moved to stroke over his shoulders, delighting in the feel of his hard, rippling muscles beneath her fingers. He was so solid, so strong.

So real.

“You terrify me.”

“Cammy,” he moaned, lifting his head to bury his lips in the curve of