What surprise do you have in store that you wanted me out of the way?She heard the smile in his voice. He knew? Darn sneaky man.
Why, nothing. You’re so suspicious.
Soft laughter drifted through her mind.If you’re naked, I’m there in a heartbeat.
The door opened in the next breath. Týr stood there, the overhead lights brightening his pale hair. He looked so good after being at death’s door barely a week ago. He didn’t move, his gaze taking in the elegant dining table set for two.
“Wow.” Then his eyes narrowed. “Who cooked?”
“Me.” Her throat dry with nerves, she picked up the champagne and opened it, badly needing a drink. “I’m better now, and you’re gonna eat it.”
The cork popped with a loud explosion. The fizzy liquor spilled all over her pretty, forest-green dress. She spluttered, staring at herself in shock.
“We don’t have water anymore? You decided to take a champagne shower?”
At his playful tone, Kira looked up and glowered, or else she would cry. Why couldn’t she ever do anything right? Feeling utterly useless, she spun away and sprinted to the bathroom. She ripped the carefully chosen dress off and flung it aside.
“Kira?” She wheeled to find Týr in the doorway. “I didn’t mean—”
“I wanted this to be perfect,” she moaned in frustration. “But all I did was make a mess. I give up.”
He stood there, a baffled expression on his face. “It’s okay.”
No, it wasn’t. She sighed. “Let me clean up, and we might as well join the others for dinner.”
Swiping at her damp chest, she pivoted for the basin and opened the faucet. Týr’s image joined hers in the vanity mirror. He reached out and closed the tap.
“Týr, I need to wash this liquor off me. I’m sticky.”
“Let me help with that…” His palms lightly caressed her biceps down to her damp wrists and hands. His gaze held hers. “You know, I’ve never seen your true hair color?”
Well, what was one more disaster? She willed her own hair color with a thought, and a startling platinum hue spilled over the auburn spirally strands, the shade a tone deeper than her mother’s satin-white hair.
Týr stared as if he’d seen heaven. “You are exquisite.”
She rolled her eyes. “You love me, so I can’t take your word for it.”
“And utterly sexy.” He took the hair clasp she had on the marble countertop, twisted her hair into a messy topknot, and secured it. Then he lowered his head and ran his tongue over her nape. “Hmm…no champagne here.” A wicked gleam in his eyes, he tilted her head to the side and licked her throat, “Yup, some here…”
“Týr—”
His mouth came down on hers, stopping her words. “Definitely more here…” As he trailed his lips along her jaw, his busy fingers unclasped her bra, and he got rid of it. At the sight of his big hands plumping and squeezing her breasts in the mirror then tugging on her nipples, desire shot through her veins, hard and hot. She forgot her disaster.
Kira turned to him, and he kissed her again. He slid off her panties. Týr picked her up and set her down on the counter. “Now, I can easily get to the places you spilled champagne on.”
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, stroking the bud and tugging on her flesh. “Definitely some here…” He swiped his tongue over her other nipple. “Yup, here, too.” She laughed, grabbing his hair. He trailed his tongue down to her navel, his hands pushing her thighs apart.
“I don’t think there’s anythere,” she choked out, still laughing.
He cocked an eyebrow. “How do you know?”
“I don’t—”
He arched a brow. “Neither do I, so, let’s find out.” Those toffee eyes glittered with a need that had her breath catching. But she wasn’t stopping this game he started.
“Well, I had a dress on, so only the top…”
The next second, he vanished to reappear with the half-filled champagne bottle. He dripped the liquid between her breasts, the chilled liquor running down her torso, past her navel,and because she had no hairthere, over her mound. At the sudden coolness on her warm flesh, her knees snapped shut. “Týr, that’s cold!”
