Page 32 of A Kiss of Frost

“I am a foolish male to keep you here in the cold.”

He took her hand and led her back towards the main cavern. Although the storage area was well above freezing, the temperature was designed for the storage of goods, not humans. He was considering searching through the supplies to see if he could find additional fabric, when the air shifted. He felt the slightest hint of warmth, along with the scent of vegetation.

It was so faint that he couldn’t be entirely sure, but he decided to investigate. He had assumed the rear wall of the cabin was solid, but as they drew closer he could see folds in the rock. The scent emanated from one of the larger folds, along with a definite increase in temperature.

“I think there is another cave back there.”

“That’s nice,” she said doubtfully.

“A warmer cave.” She still didn’t look convinced, so he added. “Perhaps even a hot spring.”

She sighed and handed him her small torch. “I guess that might be worth finding. But if this dies while we’re in there, you’d better be able to bring us back.”

“I will make sure of it.”

As it turned out, the path did not present a challenge. The passageway twisted as it went back beneath the mountain, but no other passages branched off of it before it emerged into a moss covered cave. The air was warm and humid, with a lush herbal scent. Steaming water trickled down one wall, flowing into a series of three pools before escaping beneath the far wall. In addition to the moss, small plants clung to the cracks between the rocks, their foliage a faded grey.

“Wow,” she whispered. “Do you think I could take a bath?”

“Perhaps.”

A thought struck him, and he turned out the small torch. As he did, the vegetation sparked to life around him, no longer black and grey. The moss gleamed a deep purple and the plants on the walls shimmered in soft shades of pink and blue. Once his eyes adjusted, the light they emitted was enough to enable him to see quite clearly.

“Can you see under these conditions?” he asked.

“I can. And it’s so much prettier like this.”

He nodded and went to test the water. He thought the top pool would be too hot for her delicate skin, but he decided the third pool was suitable.

“I believe it is safe for you to bathe.”

“That would be wonderful. I’m getting awfully tired of heating water over the stove.”

Ah. He had struggled with what to give her for a present, but perhaps a constant supply of hot water would please her.

She had left her cloak back in the supply cavern, and now she removed the heavy shirt she had worn beneath it before her fingers went to the buttons of her shirt. She hesitated, looking at him, and he half expected she would ask him to leave. Instead, she smiled, a slow seductive smile that sent all of the blood in his body racing directly to his cock.

“Are you going to join me?”

“Yes.”

The word came out as a harsh growl, but her smile only widened as she began unfastening her buttons. He should be removing his survival suit, but he was too entranced to look away as she slowly unfastened each button to reveal a sliver of pale skin. Her nipples stiffened, thrusting against the thin cloth, but they remained veiled as she kicked off her boots, then slid her pants down those long slender legs. Her shirt fluttered around her legs, barely concealing the small patch of pale golden curls at the apex of her thighs but even that obstruction was too much.

“Remove the shirt,” he growled.

“But you’re still wearing all of your clothes.”

A matter easily remedied. He toed off his boots impatiently and ripped away the rest of his garment with a speed that would have torn any other fabric. Her eyes had been fixed on his face as he removed his clothing but now they dropped, drifting down his body. He saw them widen and caught the increased scent of her arousal.

“Oh my.”

Her voice sounded breathless. Was she afraid? Before he could reassure her, she smiled again and let her shirt fall to the ground.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight. Slender graceful limbs, the soft subtle curves of her waist and hips and those small perfect breasts with the surprisingly large, dark nipples. His dream version of her had been a pale shadow of reality but when he reached for her, he was almost afraid that he would find her skin cold to his touch.

Instead, her skin was soft and warm and silky. He pulled her against his chest and for a moment he was content just to hold her, just to feel her naked skin against his as he ran his hands down the fragile lines of her back to the small, sweet curve of her ass.

Her arms slid around his waist and she nestled her face against his chest and gave a sigh that echoed his own contentment.