14Topper woke up with a fever working her body into a sweat. Only it wasn’t a fever, it was Stark’s icy fingertips and hot mouth bringing all her n***d girly parts to life.
When her eyes finally opened, Stark hovered above her, then took her mouth in a sexy, demanding kiss. Her hands slid across his wide shoulders, then went looking for what she needed most. It was lying rigid against her stomach. She wrapped him tightly in her fist and pushed against his hips trying to get him lower.
“Are you sure, Topper? It would be best to finish our fighting first,” Stark whispered.
“Are you willing to wait until we’re both dead?” Topper asked, laughing up into his swirling silver gaze. “Because Glacier will melt and Earth will have another ice age before I admit you’re my superior.”
“Good point,”
