It all felt so big, so good, that it hurt.
When he finally let himself focus on Angel, the last thing he expected to see was a smile on her face.
She’d come. He was sure of that. Twice, even.
“What?”
“The…the…” She gasped, caught her breath, and went on. “The Ice Man…cometh.” She descended into giggles again and he smiled.
“Hm?”
“It’s a play. A movie, too, I think.” When he didn’t respond, she stopped laughing and cleared her throat. “Guess you haven’t heard of it.”
He shook his head, surprised to find a happy smile glued to his face now. “Nope,” he tried to say, but crap, nothing came out. His voice was gone. Shot to hell from sex. From her.
“Too bad. It was pretty funny. In my head at least.” She tightened around his softening cock and he shut his eyes to isolate the sensation.
“Itisfunny,” he whispered. His chest was all strange—big and hollow. “You’re funny.”
“Yeah?” What was it about her expression that made him think she was asking something else? Something more serious.
He lost the grin and nodded.Yes. Yes, whatever your question is. Though it hurts to feel like this, I’m right here with you.
Damn, she was beautiful. Tough, strong, and so tender he didn’t know what to do with her.
Maybe nothing. Maybe they’d die out here and he wouldn’t have to commit to anything beyond this.
That made him feel shitty again. Would he seriously rather die than get emotionally involved with a woman?
Pathetic.
“You’re still inside me and already you’re gone.” She caressed the side of his face, those big wet dark eyes boring into him like one of his drills. “Aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?” He hated having to whisper. It made him seem weak, though he was just…
Weak.
“You were Ford and now you’re back to being the Ice Man. Removed from it all. Above it, maybe.”
That was how she saw him? Removed? It sent a strangely mixed response through him—guilt, because he didn’t want to make her feel bad, but a thin strain of pride that the control was still there. He hadn’t lost it by giving himself up to her. Good.
Something sad ghosted over her features and she turned away.
“What?” He half smiled, trying to catch her eye.
“I like therealFord.”
He started to shake his head and stopped. Opened his mouth and shut it. Twice.
“Okay.” He finally gave in because she made him happy in a way he couldn’t begin to understand. And who knew how much time they had?
He leaned forward and kissed her, hardening again.
Her brows rose. “You’re kidding.”
“Not even a little,” he told her with a grin.
* * *
