"Definitely!" Freeze leaned forward and blew on her left nipple. A swirl of cold air tightened the peak. Frost leaned over her right nipple and executed the same trick. Then they did it together.
Whoa. No, wrong. Very wrong.
"She doesn't look convinced," said Freeze, studying her expression. Lilly met his gaze and tried look as if she hadn't been affected by their little show. Well, they were cute — even if they were weirdoes who painted their naked selves and kidnapped snowbound women.
"Let's try again," said Frost. He put his extraordinarily cold forefingers to the tips of her taut nipples. Ice formed around her peaks. What the—
Frost and Freeze leaned forward and worked their tongues around the ice, assaulting her with cold and with heat until finally there was nothing left but their rough, blue tongues lapping around her crinkled flesh.
