Fire and Ice: Rekindled (The Fire and Ice Series Book 2) (8 page)

Chapter Twelve

Kellan

I tore out of the parking lot, gripping my steering wheel
tightly and driving like a madman towards Hailey's house. If I had any hope of
righting this complete and utterly fucked up situation, my window of
opportunity was closing with each passing minute. Waving off the inclination to
question why or how she got her hands on the letter, I was solely focused on
damage control. Jesus, what a clusterfuck this day has become.

My first day taking over Jimbo's, and what am I doing?
Chasing after a woman. A woman who took a piece of me that can never be
replaced, and here I am opening old wounds that I thought had scarred over
years ago. This is a bad idea, and I know it. I have no idea what I'm about to
walk into. Hailey might be curled up on the floor bawling her eyes out, and if
that's the case, I know I'll feel compelled to comfort her. Or if I'm lucky
enough not to get the door slammed in my face, I may have to dodge a few plates
being thrown at my head. Either way, I feel like putting my fist through a wall
out of frustration of the unknown. Memories invade my senses of the last time
I'd done just that, and it had landed us in bed together, making love for the
first time. Thoughts like this should be the farthest thing from my mind, but
where Hailey's concerned, I just can't help myself

Reaching the front curb of Hailey's house, I brought my car
to a screeching halt and slammed the car in Park, quickly exiting it, and
rushing up her doorstep. As I stood in front of her door, I paused for a moment
to collect my scattered thoughts and regulate my breathing. Regaining my
composure, I thought better of pounding the door down, and hesitantly raised my
hand to knock on it quietly a couple of times. But when she didn't answer after
a few moments, my impatience started to get the better of me.

Rapping on the door a few more times with a bit more force,
I soon heard the shuffling of feet coming from inside the house. Not having a
clue what was about to happen once Hailey and I were face to face, my heart
began to pound in my chest as doubt suddenly started to creep into my thoughts.
Would she even give me a chance to explain? Had I ruined any chance of ever
winning over her trust? Did I honestly want to?

Not giving me the chance to ponder the situation further,
the door gently opened, and Hailey's dim expression heated to boiling in an
instant. "How dare you come here? You're despicable," she seethed.

As she hurled the accusation at me, my natural tendency to
fight fire with fire rose to the surface. I suddenly went on the offensive,
admonishing, "
I'm
despicable?
What about you?"

"What about me?" she replied in a clipped tone.

"You mind explaining to me how you got your hands on
that letter?"

Opening her mouth to speak, she quickly clamped it shut
again. Glancing from side to side, she began to bite her lip nervously. Jesus.
I had been fantasizing about those pink lips since the day my mouth met hers
just a few months ago. Unable to tear my eyes away from the glistening moisture
her tongue had left behind, my aggression quickly began to fade as my hyper
awareness of the awkward tension in the room came into focus.

Her features softened as she whispered, "Why are you
doing this to me?"

Perhaps the temptation to act on some sixth sense was
justification enough for her to warrant the intrusion, or maybe she was just
deflecting to avoid humiliation. In any case, my senses began to fail me as I
inched slowly towards her, bringing myself to stand directly in front of her.
Taking pity on her, I reached up to gently stroke her cheek. As she recoiled
from me, I resisted the urge to let my temper rise, and bent my head to peer
into her eyes, catching a glimpse of the array of emotions that were behind
them. Seeing Hailey in this state had me nearly dropping to my knees.

Holding her gaze, and with quiet deliberation, I said,
"I didn't come back to hurt you, Hailey. I'm not doing anything
to
you." Pausing, I breathed out,
"But I want to...so damn much it hurts." There...it was out in the open.
Mentally wincing at the words that had just flown from my lips, anxiousness
rose inside of me, and I was already beginning to regret my hasty decision to
take the first step...take a brick out of the wall I'd erected around my heart
for most of my life. Yet, I felt like this was a do or die moment; I wasn't
sure I'd get a second chance to get this right, nor was I confident enough to
believe I'd have the nerve to try.

Her eyes widened, and without hesitation, I wrapped one arm
around her waist, bringing our bodies flush against each other as I felt the
heat radiate between us. Before she had time to protest, I placed my other hand
behind her neck, bringing her face to within a fraction of an inch from my own.

Breathing softly against her lips, I whispered, "You're
my heroin. I feel you in my veins, and I can't get enough of you."

Wrapping her hands around my biceps, she suddenly leaned
into me, bringing our lips together as our tongues stroked each other's in a
sweet familiar exploration. Her taste, her delicate floral scent, and the
feelings she was eliciting from me were a heady combination.

As our kiss deepened, my hands, seemingly of their own
accord, slid to stroke her arms, wandering to find her nipples hardened through
her thin shirt and bra, finally coming to rest on her hips. The lazy
synchronicity of our tongues mingling together had my body aching for her.
Tightening my grasp on her hips, I pulled her against my straining erection,
and hoisted her by the ass, as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

With purpose, I quickly strode down the hallway towards the
guest bedroom, toeing the door open, and not bothering to shut it behind me. I
abruptly tore my lips from hers, and spun her around, slamming her roughly
against the wall, with no regard for her comfort in my heightened state of
arousal. My only concern was my overwhelming desire for her, and my plans to
bring pleasure to her body all night...over, and over, and over again.

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Hailey

Kellan and I were suddenly caught up in a maddening vortex.
No words were needed, and none were uttered. There was only feeling, want, and
need
. We'd been here before, just the
two of us, locked in our own vault, where raw desire had taken precedence over
reasoning. I was powerless to stop it, and even if I could, I wasn't about to.
For the first time in months, I was feeling alive again, and the seemingly
irreparable void inside me was being filled by my wanton need for Kellan. Every
traumatic event that had led to this moment was quickly fading away with each
touch, each taste of him.

As our lips reconnected, the fervency of our tongues dancing
together had my body singing. As Kellan rocked his hips against my core, my
desire for him pooled low in my belly. Feeling his hardness through his jeans,
my body began to throb with a delirious need for him.

Propped against the wall, both of us panting heavily, we
began fumbling to rid each other of the barriers between his naked skin and
mine. Pushing his black suit coat from his shoulders, letting it fall to the
floor, I began to swiftly and deliberately unbutton his crisp white dress
shirt.

His new signature look, a hip combination of perfectly worn
in, loose fitting jeans, un-tucked dress shirt informally unbuttoned at the
top, and his body hugging suit jacket, all paired with impeccably shined Doc
Martin loafers, had him dripping with sex appeal. But I knew firsthand what I
had to look forward to underneath his suave, polished attire. There was a
sumptuous gift waiting for me behind those layers, and I was doing my damnedest
to unwrap it as quickly as I could.

With our bodies pressed together, hindering our ability to
shed our clothing, Kellan stepped back, letting my feet fall to the floor.
Ceasing my efforts to clumsily unbutton his shirt, he swiftly pulled it over
his head and tossed it across the room.

As I gawked unabashedly at his torso, I realized his
wardrobe wasn't the only change he had acquired. His once lean build, graced
with taut, sinewy muscle, was now replaced with a bit of added bulk beneath a
sun kissed exterior, most likely obtained by good genes, as opposed to
deliberate effort.

I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, suddenly becoming
self-conscious as I realized the events of the past few years had taken a bit
of a toll on my body. Working more hours at the bar helped to offset my
sedentary time in class, but left little to no time to keep up with my regular
workout routine, and my formerly toned and tightened derriere was beginning to
pay the price. I’d put on a few pounds, and noticed I had a bit of a muffin top
thing going on. I frowned at the thought of having to diet. I’ve always had a
hearty appetite, and had never had to control my eating habits in the past.
However thinking of the many times I've heard that men like their women with a
little meat on their bones, my self doubt began to ebb.

Suddenly snapping me out of my wanderlust, Kellan asked in a
mocking tone, "Enjoying the view?" Peering up to him, I was
confronted by the sly smile creasing his face, and a wicked gleam in his eyes.
A shy smile formed on my lips at the thought of his familiar candor.

I'd memorized his beautifully handsome features from the
moment we'd encountered each other in what seemed like a lifetime ago. His
strong, chiseled jaw was outlined by a hint of stubble. From his perfectly
straight nose, and jet-black hair, to every stroke of ink that adorned his
flesh, Kellan was seared into my mind.

With his brooding dark eyes, outlined by exquisitely long
and lush lashes, framed by stunning eyebrows, his naturally flawless look would
have almost any woman green with envy. But his piercing stare exuded undeniable
power, easily leveling even the worthiest of opponents, and causing women to
trip all over themselves like giddy teenagers with a simple wink.

His familiar scent, a mixture of clean body wash infused
with the smell of fresh pine, and his unique musky aroma, invaded my senses,
reminding of me of the invigorating smells of the forests I'd hiked through. If
I could bathe in his scent, I may never leave the shower.

With our eyes fixated on one another's, his
 
sly smirk remained as his hands traveled
to undo his belt buckle. I quickly stilled his hands with my own. He arched an
inquisitive brow as I whispered, "Let me."

Chapter Thirteen

Kellan

The sound of Hailey sliding my zipper down had my cool, calm
and collected facade melting off of me in waves. As she lowered herself to
kneel directly in front of me, my mind began to stagger, seriously questioning
if this was all a dream. I'd envisioned taking her in every way imaginable so
many times in the last few years; I was expecting my alarm to go off on my
bedside table at any moment, waking me up to yet another day of cold
loneliness. Like numerous mornings since I'd left, I'd wake up to the brutal
reality slapping me in the face instead of the silky soft body I had been
reveling in just moments before in my sleep.

Seeing her peeking up at me with a mischievous gleam in her
eyes, a sheen of sweat began to form on my forehead. My dick was throbbing with
need for her, and when she innocently licked her lips as she freed my straining
cock from my jeans, I nearly came in an instant. The intent in her eyes had me
feeling like I was fourteen again, ready to come in my pants after a ten-minute
make-out session.

As she grasped my shaft with her warm, delicate hand,
wrapping her fingers around it and smoothing my pre-cum over the head with her
thumb, my head tipped back and my eyelids closed, as I gave in to her sensual
touch. A low moan rumbled from my chest as I felt her warm mouth descend on my
aching cock. I felt immobile as her tongue swirled around the head while she
took her time pumping her hand, applying just the right amount of pressure with
her grip.

Though my head felt too heavy to lift, and my eyes too lost
in my own mind, I needed to see her taking me into her mouth. My vision hazy
with lust, I took in the superb sight of Hailey bobbing her head up and down as
my dick slid in and out of her mouth. Languidly licking and sucking, her saliva
provided the perfect amount of lubricant for her to pump me with her free hand
while she cupped my balls with the other, gently stroking them. Fuck. I felt
like my body was floating as she quickened her movements. I was guessing I had
about ten seconds left before I lost my load, if she kept this up.

As much as I wanted to watch myself pour into her as she
licked up every last drop of my cum, I wanted to be inside of her so much more.
Unable to pull myself from the sweet sensations her mouth was delivering to me,
I fisted her hair in my hand, using it to slow her pace a bit, as I took a
moment to regain control over my impending orgasm. It was proving futile as I
stroked her face with my other hand, marveling at the sight of her cheeks as
they hollowed with each pass of her lips over the head of my cock.

I'd gotten more head in my life than shampoo, but Hailey
didn't give head; she made love to me with her mouth. My spank bank was well
stocked with the many memories of the moments she'd slid her glistening lips up
and down my cock, bringing my almost daily jerk sessions in the shower from
countdown to lift off in less than a minute. On a good day, I'd last two, if
that. Just thinking about jerking off to the images of her that flooded my
mind, as she knelt before me,
actually
sucking me off, had me quickly losing ground. I'd gladly stay here all day, but
the fact was, that wasn't gonna happen. Beating off every day had clearly
proven to do little for me in the stamina department.

Finally unable to take any more, I rasped out, "Hailey,
I don't want you to stop...but I need you to, baby, before I lose it right
here." She gave me a pouty, dissatisfied look as I pulled my hips back,
releasing myself from her warm mouth. A shiver suddenly coursed through me, and
I wasn't sure if it was from the cool air swarming around us rushing over my
cock, which had been moistened from her luscious lips, or my eager anticipation
of what the rest of the night held for us.

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