Fire and Ice: Rekindled (The Fire and Ice Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

When it came down to it, the very
thought of her made my body ache with need, hunger for her taste, and want to
fuck her into oblivion. I was a fool to think the distance between us could
ever douse those flames. She permeated my being like the ink etched into my skin
that still resided above my heart, a daily reminder of where she belonged. A
reminder I tried desperately to dispel all these years. All it took was one
look from her to bring back a thousand memories; one touch and my body was
instantly begging for her sweet rapture.

 
    I leaned my head against the wall and loosened my grip on
her, letting my hand fall to the curve of her waist where it lingered, as I
breathed heavily into her ear. What in the fuck was I doing? She was right.
Come morning, I'd be gone with the wind, and I knew one night with her wouldn't
be enough. It would only leave me craving for more, and I'd been down that
road.

 
    When Hailey tossed me to the side, I made off like a bandit
in the night, and sailed into Reno, desperate to disperse any trace of her in
my mind. The four-month bender I went on did little to exorcise my demons; if
anything, it made it worse. There wasn't enough whiskey or women to drive out
the drowning pain, and I'd spiraled into a maddening vortex of delusional,
self-soothing behavior.

 
    After being up on speed for three days straight, and an
after-hours threesome at the bar I was managing, I passed out cold in the back
office one night. I woke up to a bar full of empty registers, and a pissed off
boss that handed me my walking papers. Considering the size of our bouncers, I
was lucky I didn't get my ass handed to me; I figured I got off easy.

 
    After deciding to clean up my act, and working in several
shit holes to redeem myself, I was finally able to get back on track and start
working on my business degree. I've been through hell and back over the last
three years, and come out the other side intact. I'm not about to play into a
hand that will fuck up everything I've been working for.

 
    I raised my head, breaking myself out of my thoughts, and
stared deep into Hailey's sky blue eyes, searching for a modicum of a reason
behind why she gave up on us.

 
    Tentatively, she breathed out, "I'm sorry."

 
    I chuckled sadly, pushing away from her, the distance
instantly leaving me feeling cold and bitter. "You're sorry, I'm
sorry," I said flatly, continuing, "You know what? You're right.
There's really not a whole hell of a lot more to say, is there?" It was
more of a statement than a question, and I didn't give her time to answer.
"It doesn't matter...I'll be gone in the morning and..."

 
    She abruptly cut me off. "But I thought you were
leaving today?"

 
    I slumped my head between my shoulders, and looked towards
the office, replying, "Jim needs to talk to me about something in the
morning. I'm rolling out after."

 
    Hailey shifted nervously, biting her lip. The same soft,
pink lips I had traced with my tongue dozens upon dozens of times. It was my
queue to leave, before I got sucked in even further. Without acknowledging her,
I turned and walked quickly out of the building, as I lit up a smoke to calm my
nerves, making my way towards my car.

 
    Before I could get my hands on the car door handle, the
bar's back door wrenched open, and Hailey bolted out, running towards me,
stopping just inches in front of me, her breathing kicked up a notch from the
short jaunt. She breathed out, "Wait, Kellan...I don't want you to
go..." she paused before continuing, "Like this, I mean. I don't want
things to be like this between us," she stammered out, her eyes pleading
with me.

 
    My mind was telling me to run like hell, as far and as fast
away from her as I could get. But she had my goddamn body on overdrive. I don't
know if it was the events of the day, my longing for her that I'd tried to bury
for so long, or her proximity, but I couldn't take another fucking minute
without tasting her.

 
    I tossed