Free Cold Day in Hell by Monette Michaels

his eyes and groaned. She was one hundred percent sure he wasn’t acting for the camera’s benefit.
    “You smell so fucking good. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” She said simply, “Yes,” then turned to enter the shower. He was right behind her. His hands on her hips, he gently pulled her back against his torso. He caressed the bruises on the side of her hips and thighs with a light touch. Even with his rampant arousal nudging her bottom, he was taking care not to hurt her.
    Risto kissed her shoulder and murmured, “I would kill Cruz for marking you alone.” She shivered and he pulled her even more closely against his body, warming her better than the hot water. He placed sucking kisses along her shoulder to her neck.
    Pushing her hair out of the way, he ran his tongue up the side of her throat, then gently traced the whorls of her ear. “Play or fuck? Your choice, Callie. How hungry are you—
    and for what? The assholes can’t see you. My body is blocking the only camera in this room.”
    “Gawd, Risto. I want…” She gulped then hissed as he lightly bit her earlobe, then moaned as he soothed it with his lips. Yeah, she definitely had an erotic hard-wire from her neck and ears to her pussy. Her clit throbbed in synch as he tongued her ear. She leaned heavily against his strength as the world swirled and her knees gave way. He caught her before she fell to the tile floor, holding her up by the waist.
    “Fuck me for being an ass. I keep forgetting you haven’t eaten a real meal. Plus, you’re probably dehydrated from being in the sun all day.” He punctuated his words with biting kisses along her jaw. Cupping a breast as his other arm supported her, he cuddled it, his thumb brushing her puckered nipple.
    She moaned. “Risto…”
    “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.” He moved the hand tormenting her breast down to her waist. “Let’s get you clean, then I’ll feed you.
    You’ll need all the strength you can muster for later.”
    She noted he left open exactly what she’d need the energy for. Running? Or, sex?
    “I’m fine. Just a wave of dizziness.” She took several deep breaths. Her body was ready to combust from his touch. If she didn’t move away, all his chivalrous self-restraint would go for naught, because she’d turn and attack him—then she’d never get her lunch.
    She wriggled against his hold. He immediately released her. She twisted around to speak to him and all her good intentions went down the drain. His eyes blazed with lust—
    for her. God, she’d never been so aroused by a man in her life—not even for the guy who’d taken her virginity. She plastered her wet front against his, her breasts mashed against the hair on his chest. She rubbed, loving the feel of his chest hair against her peaked nipples. Throwing her arms around his neck, she fingered the wet hair curling at his nape. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
    He opened his mouth to speak, to breathe … who in the hell cared why he opened it?
    She seized the opportunity and kissed him, an all-out French kiss, deep and hot. He responded by pulling her into his erection, rotating his hips so his hard-on ground against her lower body. Her pussy clenched in response. Everything primal in her wanted completion. She curled one leg around his, then ran the arch of her foot up and down his hairy calf. The move opened her sex to him.
    Risto took advantage immediately and snaked his hand between their bodies, nudging one finger into her wet slit, his thumb pressing the aching bundle of nerves at its top. She whimpered low in her throat, arched into his touch, then humped his hand as if she were an animal in heat. He added a second finger to the first. The pressure was a mixture of pain and pleasure and unlike anything she’d ever felt.
    “Green light or red, Callie?” He began to pull his fingers out.
    “No!” She moaned. Why is he making me think? She clenched his