“You shouldn’t have been going out withanyone,” he retorted.
Her mouth dropped open. Ugh. She wheeled away. Her cell rang. She pulled the device out of her jacket pocket. Echo. Trying to get past her ire, Kira dropped onto the leather chaise lounge near the window and answered. “Hey—”
“You okay? You ran out of here—”
“I’m fine.”
Týr eyed her for a second and then he sat on the chaise behind her. He moved her hair aside and pressed his lips to her nape. She inhaled sharply.
“Where are you?”Echo asked.
At the same time, Týr whispered in her other ear, “I didn’t mean to upset you. Anger is no way to start a relationship.” He lightly nipped the skin on her neck, and her breath caught. Heck, the man could undo her.
“Ki?”
“Here. I’m still here.”
Týr shifted and straddled the lounge behind her. Kira stilled. Then his warm tongue licked away the tiny bite in a sensual caress. Every nerve flared to life. His mouth coasted up her shoulder to her ear. He grasped her lobe with his lips and sucked, and desire swept straight through to her core. His hands cupped her sweater-covered breasts, and she forgot what she had been saying as he gently massaged them.
“Kira?”
“Huh?”
“Have you left yet?”
“Er…I have to g—”
“No,” he whispered the warning. “Talk to her.”
Oh, hell. He slipped both hands beneath her sweater, pulled her bra down, and tweaked her nipples. Pain mingled with pleasure. Her fingers clenched the phone, hard. She’d probably gouged a hole in the casing with her fingernails.
Desperately wanting him to touch her, she leaned against him. The bulge in his sweats pressed against her bottom. And the ache between her thighs grew.
One hand slid down to her abdomen, but her yoga pants obstructed his descent.
“Kira? What’s wrong?”
She bit her lip, unable to respond, too aware of Týr slipping his fingers beneath her waistband and stroking her panty-covered core. The silk wasn’t much of a barrier now as her body ached with need.
“Answer her,” he ordered softly, nipping her nape with his teeth. “Or I’ll make you scream, and she’ll know.”
“Nothing,” she struggled not to moan.
“I thought you were going home?”
“I am. Just keeping…er, seeing to a few things before I leave…” Christ, she squeezed her eyes tight and bit her lip as his fingers dipped under her panties, gliding between her folds to circle her clit. Her free hand squeezed the edge of the chaise in a punishing grip.
The next second, her pants and underwear were off, and she was seated on his lap, her back pressed to his chest and her thighs over his.
“Hey,The Conjuringjust came on. Pity you have to leave…”
Kira had no idea what she said, but obviously, it made sense because her friend continued speaking.
Týr rolled her clit, sliding his fingers lower, his own thighs spread, widening hers more. He pushed a finger into her, and as he thrust and retreated, his other hand beneath her sweater lowered and joined in the play, his thumb gliding over her aching clit.
Ohhhh. Kira groaned. Her phone clattered to the floor, the call cutting off. Her hands gripped Týr’s powerful forearms, and her back arched as she pushed down, taking his fingers deeper into herself. He sucked her neck with firm pulls, his thumb pressing on her clit…her body tightening at the incredible sensations building. A sharp tug on her aching flesh and she cried out, her mind splintering, her orgasm sweeping through her like wildfire.
Breathing hard, she collapsed against his chest.
