Fire and Ice (Part 1)

By Erica Storm

This book (BWWM, Interracial, African American, and Multicultural) is for individuals 18 and over.

Nicole:
“When you’re eighteen and your hormones are raging, anything can happen, and it usually does if your head is in the air, and you see a handsome boy that you feel you can’t do without because he’s sucking up all your oxygen, and you can breathe, until he’s inside you.”

Matthew:
“Nicole never knew the day she sat beside me in history class that I had never seen such a beautiful, confident girl, who proceeded to ignore me. No girl had ever snubbed me. I became immediately attracted to her so I set out to make her jealous. Needless to say it didn’t work. I’m a jock, and I’m the most popular boy in my senior class. I had to have her, especially with my fellow football jocks looking and scrutinizing my every move. I didn’t get the nerve to ask her out until the night of our prom, and that night changed my life.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Dec 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311733726

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Prologue

Five years ago I woke in a hotel room, in a hotel bed, to the caress of light searching and seducing my young sexed starved body. I was starving not for food, but for another erotic sensation coming from Matthew Hawks. Turning over, reaching for his hands and arms, I thought were fondling me, I smiled. But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t lying next to me as he had been the night before. He wasn’t kissing my neck, kissing my breasts, or kissing my body.

He wasn’t there to hold me, and tell me he loved me, and that he needed me more than water as he had said the night before. And everyone knows that water is more essential than food, so imagine how taken I was by him and his seductive words playing on my young brain.

I believed him because I wanted to. I needed to.

Just nineteen and that day being my birthday was important to me. The day before, I was being crowned the queen of our prom, and I’m sitting on a makeshift throne with the prom king, Matthew Hawks. His eyes are dark blue, he’s six feet tall, he has a body to cause any girl to fall at his feet and beg for more, and he’s the most handsome boy I’ve seen, with a six pack of pure muscles, stretching and embracing the tux shirt he’s wearing.

When he glances at me and say, Do you want to go to a party? I innocently turn to him in total shock, Maybe. With whom? I don’t know what I said next because it’s all a blur. It was five years ago. Who can remember what they wore yesterday? Who can remember all the kisses, all the fondling, and men who have stroked you along the way five years ago?

It’s like driving and reaching home and you don’t know how you got there. Just instincts. Everything is vague. I’m unsure of what happened between the times I said yes, and waking up alone, in a strange bed, in a strange hotel without Matthew Hawks to share the morning that I woke as a woman.

It’s been five years and I try to remember that beautiful feeling, but it’s clear that I was there with Matthew Hawks, because I remember his stimulating light touch, his warm embrace, and my body still craving his mouth and hands. I remember that as if it was yesterday. The other memories of five years ago fades like yesterday’s breakfast.

He had a way of making a girl feel alive as if she was the only one on earth and that’s how I felt when he took me in his arms and kissed me in that hotel room. We walked to the bed and he took off my shoes and lay them to the side.

I glance down at