And she was so fucking pretty.
He’d been half hard from the moment he saw her at the salon today. During dinner, he’d been pushing away thoughts of sinking his hands into her long dark hair. Of finding out if her lips held a lingering taste of that bright-blue drink she liked so much. Of whether the delicate curve of her hip was as soft as he thought it would be.
Yeah . . .
He liked herandwanted her in his bed. And he didn’t know what the hell to do about that.
“Well, this is me,” she said, yanking him from his thoughts. She’d stopped in front of a nondescript door to the right of the entrance to the Knit Wits knitting shop. Releasing his hand, she held out her to-go container to him. “Can you hold this?”
He took the box, and she dug through her purse for her keys. She unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal a brightly lit staircase. “It’s just me and a small storage unit for the knitting shop up here,” she said, climbing the stairs in front of him.
He followed closely behind, and his eyes wandered. It was a damn shame her jacket covered her ass. However, it didn’t stophim from admiring the flare of her waist, the sway of her hips, or the soft curve of her thighs.
They reached her apartment door, and before she could fit her key into the lock, he bent down and placed her to-go box on the ground. His actions had her stilling. She looked at him with her head cocked slightly to the side in question. Amusement danced across her face, and his gut tightened. Yeah, she was stunning.
Taking advantage of her surprise, he shot her a small smile as he slowly rose. When they were eye level, he searched her gaze, and the heat he saw in her blue eyes had his insides humming. As he straightened to his full height, he cradled her face in his hands. Her skin was so damn soft against his palms. She took in a sharp breath, and her exhale had her lips slightly parting.
He had to taste.
His gaze never left hers as he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip and leaned down. Her pupils were blown, and anticipation zinged through him.
When his lips were inches from hers, she rose onto her tiptoes and sealed her lips to his. Surprise had him freezing, and he vaguely heard her keys hit the ground. A split second later, she nipped at his lower lip.
An inferno engulfed him, and he slanted his mouth over hers. Her lips parted, and he tangled his tongue with hers. A low groan rattled his chest. She tasted even better than he’d imagined. Sweet with a hint of that candy drink and a sexy something that was uniquely Freya. It was a potent combination, and he pulled away only to change the angle before he tasted her mouth again.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
He kept his hands in her hair, and time stood still. It was just the two of them. Right now was all that mattered.
When he felt her arms tighten around him and her soft body press against his front, another growl left his throat. Though she was so much smaller than him, she fit him perfectly.
Letting out a shaky breath, he pulled away again and rested his forehead against hers. “Damn, woman. You’re killing me.” His heart thumped hard in his chest. “I better get going. Or else I won’t.”
She ran her hands up his sides, and he couldn’t hold back a shiver. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
He smothered another groan. He’d do anything to be with this woman, taste her, explore her. But by the pink flush brightening her cheeks, he knew they were moving too fast. He ran his thumb over her jaw and dropped a quick kiss to her lips before straightening. “Believe me, there’s nothing I want more, but...” He shook his head.
The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she dropped her gaze like she was embarrassed.
Oh, hell no.
“Freya, sweetheart. It’s not that I don’t want you, because I sure as hell do.” He wrapped his arms around her and ensured there was zero space between them. Rocking his hips into her, his hard length pressed into her abdomen. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. “Do not doubt for a second how much I want you. Trust me, baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She arched an eyebrow, and any lingering doubts clouding her face were gone. The look she gave him was pure sex. Her blue eyes dared him to look away as she rubbed against him.
He groaned and then chuckled. “Okay. Maybe you do have an idea.”
She smiled. “I’m getting a hint.”
He kissed her again—because how could he not?—but before it could get too heated, he straightened. “I want to take my timewith you, and it’s already late. You have to work tomorrow. I’ll be by at eight to pick you up. That time still work for you?”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “You’re not sick of my company yet?”
He tilted her chin up with his finger and claimed her lips again. His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring. He couldn’t get enough of her. A low moan sounded—he didn’t know if it was his or hers—and once again, he pulled away, this time putting space between them.
“That answer your question?” He dropped another kiss to her lips before straightening. “To be continued, okay?”
She nodded, and her eyes were hazy with desire. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “To be continued.”
