Free Tell Me What Is Priceless (Siren Publishing Classic) by Kat Barrett Page B

delicious eggs I have ever had, and I have digressed into a total slut.”
    “What a thing to say. Thank you for the compliment on the food. You are not a slut, and don’t change the subject. Why me?”
    “All the obvious visual reasons for starters. You were by far the hottest man in the bar. When we started to talk, you made me laugh. It felt good to be enjoying a real, intelligent conversation that wasn’t with an illusionary man of dreams. When you asked me to go for a ride, it sent a surge of energy through me. I was thrilled at the idea of spending more time with you. I never imagined it would go this far.”
    “Did you want it to go this far?”
    “Yes, just not on the first date. I have to admit that I’m slightly overwhelmed by you. I fancied myself a tad stronger than this.”
    “A tad stronger than what? What does strength have to do with anything right now? I don’t have you tied to the bed for ransom or anything. Tying you up is an interesting idea, but not right now.”
    Blaze looked at him, his comment causing her flesh to tingle. “I didn’t mean physical strength. I meant strength of character. Having control of your actions to not slide into a man’s bed on the first day together. It doesn’t say too much for my ability to say the word no.”
    “Don’t get proper and digress. I heard it all earlier. We wanted each other, and it was great, and I want more. There is nothing wrong with two people being attracted to each other and acting on that. We are not in high school where the girl is a slut and the guy is hot shit. We are consenting adults, and we are good for each other. How many men have you been with since David died?”
    “None. I told you that.”
    “I know you did. I’m making a point. You have been with one man in twenty years, and now you are with me. How does that make you a slut? I think it puts you in the club for sainthood. You are a passionate woman, and I can’t imagine you restraining that fire for so many years. It must have torn you up inside to have David reject you.”
    “It did,” she said, suddenly feeling weary. Blaze got up and took his plate, carrying them into the kitchen and washing them. She poured two cups of coffee and shut the pot down. She was digging for the milk when Zar came up behind her. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her ass back against his body.
    She turned her head to look back at him, and he smiled, leaning over her for the milk and then shutting the door. He then pushed her upper body forward, bending her so she had no choice but to put her palms on the refrigerator door to balance.
    “Close your eyes and stay right as you are.”
    Zar opened the freezer door above her head and grabbed a handful of ice from the tray. He put a cube in his mouth to suck on, and then he stepped back, pushing one up into her flesh. Blaze arched her back at the cold shock and then glared at him as he filled her with more cubes. He grabbed a towel and held it against her body to keep the ice contained and catch the melting water.
    Blaze whimpered. “Maybe you could have asked me first? Shit, that is cold.”
    “If I asked you, you would have gotten flustered and said no. This way it’s done, and if we like it, it’s an option to do it again. Feel good?”
    “It feels weird and really tingly. I’m being frozen inside.”
    “How flexible are you? I want to fill you and make you really hot, but I need some help.”
    Blaze put one hand to the floor to steady herself and let her legs relax. She reached up with her free hand and began to caress his cock through her parted thighs. Zar took out another piece of ice, running it down the center of her spine. A trail of water ran down her back, bringing a chill as it flowed into her hairline. “Zar, are you into sadism or masochism?”
    “No. Why, are you?”
    “I was just wondering. You are torturing me.”
    “I’m just awaking your body up in a different manner. This was your idea by the way, or did