to kick me while I’m down.”
Shiloh was determined not to provoke him or be provoked by him. After all, he’d just taken a bullet. He was in no shape to cross swords with her.
“Nicholas, I came by to see how you were feeling.”
“Real good. They gave me something for the pain and it makes me all fuzzy inside. You know the feeling like right after you’ve just had great sex and you’re about to fall asleep?”
Shiloh’s face heated as she imagined Nicholas Trent naked, making love to some young, blond beach bunny. Her stomach clenched at the idea.
“Oh, right. You’re the Ice Princess. I’m sure you don’t know that feeling,” he continued, sending her knotted stomach into her throat.
Is that what he thought? She never had sex? Well, that was—almost true. Damn it . It had been forever since she’d had a sexual relationship with anything other than her vibrator. But sex for her had never been like Nicholas spoke of. All warm and fuzzy. More like cold and itchy. And totally unfulfilling.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you why you’re so frigid.” His expression turned serious. “You know what your problem is?”
“No, what’s my problem?” Shiloh couldn’t believe he’d have the nerve to call her frigid or that she’d have the nerve to ask.
“You just need a good lay.” He winced when he shifted onto his side. “And I’d be more than happy to help you out there. For the good of national security and all.”
Shiloh’s jaw dropped. Had he just offered to screw her for the sake of the DNS? The nerve of the man. If she didn’t know he was drugged right now, she’d slap his face.
“Thank you for the generous offer, but I do have certain standards. You just don’t fit the bill.”
“Suit yourself. It’s an open invitation though, if you change your mind.”
“I won’t, but thanks anyway. I have to go now.”
Shiloh rose, but Nick’s grip on her arm stopped her. “Could you come closer? I need to ask you something.”
She looked at him, questioning the wisdom of that.
“Please.”
Shiloh leaned in toward him.
“Could I have a goodnight kiss? I can’t sleep without one.”
Before she could say no, his hand slid up behind her neck and drew her down slowly, then his lips gently touched hers, a soft caress that completely knocked her off her feet. His warm lips moved over hers and caused a shiver of intense pleasure to run wildly up her backbone.
His tongue traced the crease of her mouth, just before it plunged inside, wreaking havoc on her.
His tongue played with hers––her stomach tightened in response.
She balled her fists against his chest as she fought the urge to give in to the incredible sensation of his kiss.
When his lips finally left hers, she was dazed.
Righting herself, Shiloh turned around and blew out a breath. She picked up her coat and left, almost colliding with the door. In the hallway she glanced back at the bed to find Nick already asleep.
Shiloh had no idea why she’d had such a reaction to his kiss, but she was more determined than ever to steer clear of Nicholas Trent––and his magic lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nicholas eased into his jeans, relieved he was finally getting out of the hospital. He was ready to go home and get some well-needed rest. How anyone could get better in a place like this was a mystery. The only sleep he’d gotten had been filled with dreams—strange, almost erotic images of the Ice Princess. Like she’d really come see him .
No. She’d avoided him like a surfer would a tidal wave. Hell, it had to be a dream.
And the only good part about the dream had been her kiss, with warm, yielding lips that surprised him. Hot and completely the opposite of what he knew her to be.
His boss’ lips were probably as cold as her heart.
Careful not to stretch too much, Nick slipped on his shirt. He slowly buttoned it, and looked at the clock on the wall. What time did Hank plan to pick him up? His discharge papers were