“And you think too much.” He grasped her hands, his dark expression morphing to a sensual one. “Instead of hitting me, why don’t you kiss me?”
“What?” The man continued pulling the rug out from under her feet. Maybe he liked seeing her down on her ass.
His fingers snaked into her tumbling mane, and he dragged her face down to his, a hair’s breadth separating their mouths. Those heated pale-toffee eyes held hers for an endless second.
“Kiss me—fuck my mouth like we both want.”
Her face burned at his crude words. “Týr—”
He kissed her.
His warm, firm lips slid over hers. He nipped her lower lip then sucked away the sting, and she could do little but to respond to the fire he ignited in her. His tongue swept into her mouth. There was nothing gentle about Týr’s demands. His fierce passion set her body alight. His kiss burned straight through all her doubts and fears, hauling her into a blazing need she could no longer deny.
He shifted her down his muscled body as if she weighed nothing more than a silk sheet, her clit dragging against his erect, sweats-covered sex. Her fingers dug into the hard planes of his pectorals as she kissed him back. She wanted him. Beyond reason, more than she ever believed possible, she wanted him.
His callused palms slid under her panties and he squeezed her bottom, his touch sweeping her into a maelstrom of pleasure.
He broke their kiss. Her breath caught, her eyes flickered open at the powerful need raging inside her. Týr watched her with irises gone a pale, molten gold in desire as he reached for the ends of her nightshirt. He drew it off and toss it aside. Then he simply stared. Kira bit her lip. As if in awe, he palmed her breasts, both thumbs grazing her areolas before flicking her nipples. “You’re so damn beautiful. It’s a sin to cover a body like yours.”
Whatever her usual comeback would have been got lost in a haze of desire. Sure, she was curvy, but that sweeping stare of his over her body made her feel utterly sexy.
Týr sat up, the movement causing his rigid cock to press against her clit as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. The strong pull of lips and lashing tongue had desire rushing straight to her core.
“Týr…” she moaned in desperation, rubbing her panty-covered clit against his rock-hard sex, craving more of him.
His hand slipped between their bodies and beneath her panties. “Is this what you want?” he asked huskily, running his thumb over her cleft, parting her flesh. “For me to make you come?” His burning gaze held hers as he lightly rubbed her swollen nub, and she jerked, the intensity of his touch overwhelming.
“God, yes,” she whimpered, lowering her brow to his. Her fingers gripped his hair.
He slowed his exploration of her folds and then slid his big body down the couch. Before her mind could connect with what he was about, he grasped her waist and drew her up his chest.
“Wait—wait! What are you doing?” she gasped, her mouth dry, heart pumping hard as if to keep up with her harsh breaths.
“Your back’s hurt. I can’t think of any other way for what I want to do. Actually, I can…” He grasped her panties, silk ripped, startling her. “But I like this way best—you, riding my face.”
He settled her splayed knees alongside his head, his palms stroking her inner thighs. Heat spread across her face that he could see her intimate self so close.
“I don’t believe it.” He cut her a surprised stare. “My little fighter’s shy?”
She glared, trying to stifle the urge to close her thighs.
Týr’s grip tightened in warning, keeping them parted, then his fingers stroked her sensitive, bare mound. A smile started. “Don’t be. I plan on seeing and tasting every inch of your delectable body before morning comes.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t go dropping my clothes for everyone I meet,” she muttered.
Those questing fingers stilled, his expression suddenly intense. “That’s good to know. Now I don’t have to kill anyone. I want to lick you. Right here…” He lightly stroked her slit apart. Blood thundered in her ears. “Say it.”
Oh, hell. She grew wetter at his words. He seemed determined to drive her out of her mind. “Týr—”
“Say it, Kira.”
“I want you to lick me, too—eeep!”
He yanked her hips forward—her hands flew over to the armrest—he put his mouth on her core. His warm, wet tongue slid down one side of her folds before gliding up the other side to lightly stroke her clit.Oh, God!Her lungs felt as if they would explode. She gripped on to the padded leather like an anchor.Desire, thick and heavy, turned her blood red-hot.
His fingers squeezed her butt cheeks as he explored her with his tongue. Christ, she didn’t know if she could endure this sensual onslaught. Then he shifted her, and her body bowed backward, her hands flying behind her to rest on the hard planes of his lower stomach, causing her thighs to spread even wider.
Her embarrassment long gone, she no longer cared that she was open to him, just ached for his mouth to ease her torment.
