His golden eyes are hot as flames. We stare at each other for a second. Then I lift, and he lowers, and our lips meet. It’s as simple and as profound as that. My life labelled BS and AS—before Sigurd and after Sigurd—because I’m already ruined by this kiss.
His lips are full and soft, and his tongue pushes into my mouth to tangle with my own. Energy zaps between us, so fierce and intense that it makes my body tingle, and I swear I can feel my hair rising as if filled with static. He gives a moan that soundsalmost startled and pulls back. His eyes are wide, his lips wet with a sheen that came from me.
“Did you feel that?” he asks hoarsely.
I nod, relieved that I’m not alone in this. I don’t think I can manage speech. I’m not even sure I remember my own name.
Then I’m not sure whether he surges forward or I pull him. Either way, our mouths crash together, and the kiss is wet and wanting from the start.
I twine my fingers in his hair, the soft strands silky against my skin, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tighter and tighter against his lean body. My head goes back with the force of his kiss, but I wouldn’t complain even if I could. It’s perfect. It’sallperfect.
Our pants and groans are loud in the quiet room, along with the slick sound of tongues and lips coming together. I realise he’s tugging at my T-shirt, and I quickly get with the programme and wrap my hands in his jumper, our hands meeting and fumbling and getting in each other’s way. Our kiss never breaks.
When I try to pull back to concentrate on the buttons of his jeans, he gives a choked groan. “No, don’t stop,” he whispers, before retaking my mouth.
Eventually, we have to pull away to breathe, and we hang there panting.
“Wow,” I finally say faintly.
He gives me a crooked smile. His colour is high, his hair wild, and his lips full. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.
“I want you naked,” he says.
I nod. And then nod again for good measure. “That’s thebestidea.”
“I have had a few over the years.”
I gesture at his body. “You do you, and I’ll do me. It’ll be quicker that way.”
His lip twitches. “Ah, the impossible romance of it all.”
I laugh. I feel so… so fizzy. It sounds ridiculous, but my whole body is buzzing as if I have a hundred times more energy than usual. I start to take off my clothes, but my attention fades as I focus on him and the body he’s revealing. He strips with so much grace and unselfconsciousness, each move easy and fluid. I’d do the same if I were him, because he’s beautiful. I saw him naked only a couple of hours ago, but somehow watching his clothes come off one piece at a time makes it feel like I’m seeing him for the first time.
His red-blond hair is loose over his shoulders. His skin is golden everywhere, the tattoos decorating it with sepia marks. His abs are defined, and there isn’t a spare inch of skin on him anywhere. Everything is as tight as a drum. He’s down to just his jeans now, his T-shirt and jumper thrown over a chair. The denim hangs loose on his narrow hips, showing the beginning of a very enticing V-line.
He looks up. “Am I alone in getting undressed?” he asks plaintively.
I cackle. “No, I’m just enjoying the floor show.”
Just for a second, I think I see those tiny flares in his eyes again. Then I lose my concentration as he deftly unbuttons his jeans. He slides his finger inside and pauses, biting his lip and looking at me from under his eyelashes in a very sultry fashion.
I grin at him, that unexpected energy still zapping, making me feel high.
“I feel I should be raining money,” I tease.
He chuckles and strikes a pose. The laughter is sweet, and when it dies away, I swear I can feel it still sparkling in my veins.
I nod at his jeans. “Take them off,” I whisper.
He pushes them past his hips, and after they slide to the floor, he steps out of them and stands still, letting me look my fill. And god, there’s a lot to look at.
He’s huge and fully erect, his cock reaching his belly button, the crown a dark plum colour and already glistening with precome. There’s a lot of it, and I lick my lips. He fists his shaft, giving it a couple of strokes, and my mouth waters.
“You should be naked,” he says softly.
I give him a rueful smile as I quickly strip off my clothes with a lot less finesse than he did, but my reward is his low groan. “You arebeautiful, Cary,” he says in an awed voice.
I look down at myself. I’m slim and pale, and I possess nothing like his looks, but if he thinks I’m beautiful, then that’s fine with me.
