Hard As Ice (Fortis Series 1) by Raven Scott Page B

or a physical attraction was a bonus in these situations, but not essential. After all, it was an assignment, a job, a means to an end. It wasn’t personal.
    Yet, as he leaned down, anticipating the moment when his lips would meet hers, everything about Nia James felt intense, intimate, and very, very personal. His heart pounded hard and slow as time seemed suspended. Until he finally kissed her with the lightest, softest brush. It was pure electricity. Another taste, and Evan was lost in her. Gentle pecks quickly turned long and sweeping, then deep, hot, and wet. At some point, Evan cupped her face with one hand, and delved his fingers into her hair with the other.
    She was so delicious, so responsive.
    He was on autopilot, running his lips along her jawline and down her neck. Nia groaned when he nipped the taut tendon then sucked at her flesh. His arousal pulsed, threatening to bust through his zipper. His mouth was back on hers, sucking on her tongue as he slowly pulled up the narrow skirt of her dress until it was bunched around her waist.
    “Delicious,” mumbled Evan as he grasped the soft curves of her bottom in his big hands.
    “Wait,” she whispered, breaking their kiss.
    He rested his forehead against hers. The sound of their labored breathing filled the space. Evan squeezed her round flesh again, then swept one hand over the front of her panties. Her hips flexed from the touch.
    “Nia,” he breathed. His intention had been to tease her a little with a few hot kisses, maybe some innocent touches. But now, in the moment, whatever he had planned didn’t seem to matter. His hunger for her was quickly consuming him.
    He slid his middle finger along the seam of her sweet folds. She sucked in a sharp breath. Evan pressed harder, gently swiping her clit through the soft silk.
    “I want to make you come.”
    He felt her shake her head, even as her body quivered.
    “Yes,” Evan urged, brushing aside her underwear. He couldn’t remember wanting anything more.
    With patient attention, he stroked and teased her flesh until she was slick and wet. Every moan she uttered drove him nuts, urged him to give her the ultimate pleasure. Evan could feel her body tighten as she drifted closer to climax.
    “Look at me,” he demanded as he slid two fingers into her tight wetness.
    The heated arousal on her face almost unmanned him. Her hooded eyes burned with intensity, and those full red lips were pouted with abandon. Evan felt a primal need to watch her come in his arms while chanting his name. He stroked his fingers into her slick core while sliding over her clit in slow, small circles with his thumb.
    “Oh God,” groaned Nia, holding his gaze. She now clutched his shoulders.
    “Yeah,” Evan urged.
    He increased the speed, narrowed the circle, worked his fingers deeper.
    “Yes, like that . . . That’s it . . .” she stammered.
    He wanted to kiss her so badly, but was held captive by their visual link. Her beautiful face was flushed with passion. She now bit her bottom lip, attempting to suppress a litany of soft, kitteny moans. It was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. He was throbbing with need. Damn, he wanted her.
    “Evan,” Nia whispered urgently.
    Her eyes widened with surprise and her body tightened. Then, she fell apart in his arms, her deep moans echoing around the room. Her hot sheath clenched around his thrusting fingers as her body shuttered uncontrollably. Evan read every sensation in her eyes. It was so intense, yet deeply humbling. He hardly remembered to breathe in case he missed a moment of it.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured in a deep, husky voice, stroking her slick flesh as she descended from the peak with tiny shivers.
    Finally, she closed her eyes, throwing her head back with a deep sigh. Evan lowered his head to kiss and suck on her neck. There was a strong urge to mark her skin, tag her with his brand. But he resisted. It was too crazy.
    “Well. That was unexpected,” she finally stated in