Yes, this. Exactly this.
Our tongues tangle together in an erotic dance. When he finally pulls back, his breath is harsh, drowning out the sound of nearby car engines.
His hands grab my waist and lift me into the truck. When he slams the door shut, it takes me a minute to realize I’m sitting on his device. I slide it out from under me, finding that it’s some kind of electronic writing tablet. I set it on the dash and buckle my seatbelt.
When he climbs behind the wheel, he looks angry. The throbbing in my core intensifies.
“You didn’t say goodbye to your new friend, Viking.”
“My fist did.”
“Not Bray…” I don’t know why I’m doing this. It’s like there’s a part of me that needs to blow things up. “Greta.”
“Who?”
“Greta Roche? Tall, blond, Sleeping Beauty energy.”
“Who?” he says tersely. Which of course is the best response there is.
I glance out the passenger window with a small smile.
When we reach the old factory, outdoor lights flick on. Sometime while we were at school, surveillance equipment was installed as he promised.
We leave the truck, and I follow him.
Inside, the smell of rusted metal and cold earth permeates the empty factory. We climb the metal stairs which rattle under our feet, like a sinister soundtrack.
Once we’re in the loft, he locks the door and hangs his coat on the stand. “Strip out of all that and get in my bed.”
“Viking—”
“Now, Arya.”
A shudder runs through me, and liquid heat creams my panties. I stride through the maze of partitions to the bedroom area and shed my clothes. It’s too cold for me to sit on the edge of the bed, so I get under the covers.
When he arrives, there’s no light left shining over the partitions. He flicks on a lantern style light and strips off his sweater and t-shirt. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
He unbuckles his belt and slides it from its loops. “When was the last time you let that skinny little shit fuck you?”
“A while.”
He unbuttons his jeans and drags the zipper down with movements that are sharp and hostile. “How long is a while?”
“About six months.” My gaze travels down his body as he shoves his jeans and boxer briefs off in one motion. My breath catches in my lungs, and my muscles contract in shock. His cock ishuge.
Now that he’s naked, he looks more like a monster than ever. My heart hammers erratically.
“If we’re doing an accounting, how about you?” My voice is a little unsteady, and I’m sure my eyes are like saucers. I can’t pry my gaze from his groin. His sac is the size of a pair of fists pressed against each other. “When was the last time you were with someone who mattered?”
“In the way you mean, never. Unless you count this one girl. I haven’t fucked her yet. Check back with me in a couple of hours.”
My God,yes.Awareness grips my entire body, as though it’s been touched by a live wire.
Erik grips the blanket and lifts it, climbing into bed. For a moment, he holds the bedding high, so he can look at my body.
Exhaling a breath through puckered lips, he nods his head. “Perfect tits. If you’d asked my permission to pierce them, I would’ve said no. But I’m not sorry you did it. There are a lot of things that work because you’re the one doing them.”
