Eyes of Ice (Eyes of Ice Erotica Series) Read Online Free

too, appeared to be shivering in the cold breeze, their bare branches trembling against the murky, overcast sky. Cecelia blinked up at the mass of clouds as snow began to fall in earnest, attempting to sight just one star. No luck.
                  “Do you ever?” the question came gently through the chilly air, and Cecelia realized that Andrew was standing much closer to her than before. Though they still stood side by side, his coated shoulder was touching hers ever so slightly. He smelled like mint and something bitterly savory, woodsmoke or coffee, something her muddled brain couldn’t place. Dizzied, Cecelia blinked to try and regain her mental clarity.
                  “Do I ever … have sex on the first date? No.”
                  “I thought not,” he said, and this time his lips felt as close to her ear as they had been before. She felt his warm breath on her cold skin, and struggled to breathe evenly and keep her eyes fixed on the night sky as if there was nothing else so fascinating at the moment.
                  “What about,” he began, and Cecelia thought she heard his voice catch with tension.  But the next moment it was gone, and she was sure she had been mistaken as he continued, “What about kiss?”
                  She closed her eyes to the sky, trying to shake off the desire which wrapped its way around her senses like a numbing, intoxicating drug. “No,” she said.
                  “Would you stop me?”
                  She squeezed her eyes shut tighter than ever, and finally saw stars, though these were of her own creation, racing across her vision. Would a kiss be so bad? No. A kiss would be the most magical thing in the world – probably. She’d heard. But she was a good girl . That meant no kisses on the first date. No kisses in the park, in a strange city, with a strange man, around midnight, on what was really nowhere near a first date. She recognized, somewhere within her tangled thoughts, that she hadn’t replied to his question and he probably wanted an answer, or ….
                  His lips were warm on hers, pressing with a mellow tenderness at first and then with a harder desperation as his hands returned to their former place at her back. Her own hands, and she didn’t remember how they got there, were grasping his broad shoulders as he moved closer to her. Welcomed, Andrew pulled her to her tiptoes up and against him, and Cecelia knew that they were as locked together as some of those dancers on the floor had been. As the kisses deepened, Cecelia felt her breaths becoming increasingly hurried, her pulse reaching a fever pitch as his hands traced her hips. His tongue inched forward to part her lips, and some part of her began to ache with a painful wanting , a foreign need that had never been satisfied.
                  His hands began to move from her hips to glide down her legs. Cecelia broke away from him when his hands began to inch up again, under her dress. She grasped his wrists with her own hands, stopping him.
                  “It’s all right,” he whispered huskily, and Cecelia vaguely recalled that this was becoming a common phrase for him.
                  “I ….” She began, nonplussed. Her heart was thudding so loudly it seemed to drown out her thoughts.
                  “No one’s watching,” he said, his voice cutting across her confusion as easily as it had cut across the noise of the club.
                  He was right, Cecelia thought, quickly glancing around her. The entire park was as empty as it had been when they arrived, and quiet with the sound of snow. The silence was only punctuated by the distant hum of traffic. And why shouldn’t it be quiet? She demanded of herself, grasping at her former reason. It’s probably one o’clock in the morning . Still, panic began to taint the