“Thank you,” she replied, her hands working at the button and zip of his jeans. “I was just thinking the same about you.”
He might not be ugly, but she was a true work of art. Not perfect, but awe-inspiring all the same.
Once she wrestled his zipper down, Astra shoved his pants over his hips until they fell to floor. Then, she laughed.
He froze, his hands falling from her body.
Her eyes widened and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at…at…that.” She snorted a little. “I’m sorry. No, I was laughing because you aren’t wearing underwear and my first thought was that is extremely convenient.”
A dull flush spread across his cheeks. He could feel the heat. “It wasn’t because I thought—”
She stepped toward him and put her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I know you didn’t. You wouldn’t have nearly choked if you had.” Her face was sincere as she looked up at him. “Really, I’m sorry I laughed. I was just surprised. You didn’t strike me as the type to go commando.”
He knew his face was turning redder and there wasn’t any hope for it. “I’m not,” he muttered. “Yesterday was supposed to be laundry day and I got distracted with work and didn’t have any clean underwear.”
She smiled and her gaze traveled down his body. “I guess it was just fate then.”
His embarrassment faded as her hand followed the same path as her eyes, trailing down his stomach and lower. It was his turn to take a sudden breath as her fingers wrapped around his dick and gave him a slow, firm stroke.
“I definitely wouldn’t laugh at this,” she murmured.
Rune realized he’d closed his eyes and opened them to look at her. She still wore her high heels, so she was less than an inch shorter than him. “Good to know.”
He kissed her then, no longer gentle. No longer easy. If she wanted him, the real him, she was going to get it.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so he could feel all of her, and her hand was trapped between them. Her mouth opened beneath his and she released her grip on his cock, lifting both hands to fist in his hair.
He hooked his thumbs in the fragile straps of her panties to pull them off, unaware that they fell apart beneath his hands. Then, he sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap, and devoured her mouth.
Astra tugged at his hair, but the prickle of pain along his scalp didn’t pierce the haze of lust in his mind. She gasped when he released her lips and trailed his mouth down her chest to her breast. Her hips bucked as he gave her nipple one slow, long lick, and she moaned deep in her throat.
There was no regaining his control. Not now. It had snapped just as easily as the delicate lace of her underwear.
Rune turned, rolling so that Astra lay beneath him, and ran a hand down her body to the juncture of her thighs. She spread her legs wider as his finger slipped over her clit and down until he was deep inside her.
Astra’s nails bit into his shoulders as he suckled her breast and slipped another finger into her body. She was hot. Tight. And wet.
When she reached between them to touch him again, Rune grabbed her hand with his free one, pinning it to the bed with his body.
“Not yet,” he said. “Not yet.”
Her hips arched beneath his touch. “I need more. I need you.”
Her eyes burned as she stared up at him and he couldn’t deny her anything. He sat up, releasing her from his grip, and turned toward the nightstand. The box of condoms he’d bought weeks ago was there, unopened.
The flimsy cardboard shredded in his hands and strips of condoms flew all over the bed. Astra smiled but didn’t laugh as she grabbed one of the strips. “Maybe I should handle this,” she said.
“Good idea.” The way he was feeling right now, he’d probably rip a condom in half just trying to open the package.
Rune clenched his jaw together as she opened the package and rolled the condom down the length of his dick. His fangs cut the inside of his bottom lip, but he managed to hold still when she was done.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you if I move.”
She didn’t reply, just shoved him over onto his back and threw her leg across his hip so she straddled him. Astra took his hands in hers and lifted them to the headboard, guiding him to wrap his fingers around the spindles.
“Then I’ll do the moving,” she said, smiling down at him. “You just hold on.”
