About Frigid Affair
A treacherous winter storm brought him to me. While the wind ripped, freezing everything in reach, he was a HOT distraction, albeit a constant reminder of what I'd been missing. I thought I'd never see him again. I was content with it being a one-night-stand; one I'd never forget. Two long years later I open my door to see him standing there, and the reason he's back will change everything.
Excerpt
"You’re my hero. You saved my life.
Let me thank you properly.”
He scratched his head. “For a second I
assumed you were going to compliment me. Now I feel like the only guy left for
the job. You really know how to make a man feel wanted.”
I let a cackle slip out. “I’m sorry. I
suppose I tell it like it is.” I took my finger and looped it into the hem of
his pants. He stepped closer, breaking the distance between us. There wasn’t
time to look in the mirror and tell myself how inappropriate my mother would
say I was acting. This was my life, and parts of me were tired of being
neglected. I needed to feel something other than alone, even if only for a
little while. “How about we take off these clothes before the warm water runs
out?”
His hand latched onto my chin, bringing it
up until I could feel his lips grazing over mine. “If you want someone to give
it to you good, I can be your guy. I just need you to make me a promise.”
I whispered. “Sure.”
“You can’t hold back. I know we’re battling
sleep deprivation, and at some point we’re going to crash, albeit I don’t have
anywhere else to be, at least for the next ten or so hours. Let’s forget who we
are and what happened in the past. Tonight, it’s just us. If you can do that,
I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I want this to happen. I didn’t think I
would, but I can’t resist giving you what you want, not when I need it too.” With
regard to what he said, I tried to read his expression. He seemed like he was
battling demons, and I wasn’t in the mood to stop and ask if he wanted to talk
about it. We weren’t friends. I couldn’t help him. I’d run away from
everything, proving to be a poor example of a person who could deal with
struggles.
I nodded in response. “That won’t be a
problem.” It was true. I hadn’t had sex in so long that I knew I wouldn’t be
able to think about anything else. My heart was racing and I felt like I was
going to pass out, not at all from the smoke inhalation either. I was elated
with excitement for what was about to occur between us, almost to the extent of
losing consciousness.
Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author. She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books.
She is married with two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart.
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