Maybe it wasn’t technically my fault, but I still felt responsible for some reason.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I focused on dabbing at the blood, trying really hard not to think about the fact that Odin’s hands had settled on the back of my bare thighs.
“Harmony.” His voice sounded hoarse.
“Yeah?” I tilted my head.
Staring up at me with heat in his eyes, his hands slid up a little bit higher on my thighs, his thumbs brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers up my spine as he pulled me closer to him.
“You protected my boy.”
I nodded, mesmerized by the way his eyes turned to molten lava.
“You protected my boy,” He said again.
I had. There was no way I could let Reggie hurt Reid.
“This is a bad idea,” I whispered, even as I let him pull me closer without putting up any kind of fight.
“Yeah,” His voice dropped to a growl, causing the space between my legs to tingle.
With his eyes locked on mine, he wrapped one of his strong hands around the back of my neck and pulled my head down until my lips were hovering just above his.
My heart pounded in my chest.
“I’m gonna kiss you,” he said low, his breath fanning over my lips.
“Okay.”
Then his lips were on mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth, making my toes curl in my boots.
His tongue swirled and danced against mine, and my god could he kiss. Never in all my twenty-five years had anyone kissed me like he was.
And it wasn’t just an ordinary kiss between two people who were attracted to each other. No, it wassomuch more—it was a soul shifting, change-your-life-forever kind of kiss.
When a whimper escaped up my throat, he stood, pulling me even closer against his body.
The new angle had him towering over me, but that didn’t stop him. Oh, no it didn’t.
One strong arm snaked around my back and lifted me off my feet.
Yanking my lips from his, I gasped for breath, muttering, “Jesus that was hot,” before slamming my mouth back to his.
With our lips locked together, he carried me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my lips.
My eyes searched his, looking for a reason to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t do it.
I wanted this.
I wantedhim.
Even if it was the worst idea in the history of bad ideas.
Chapter Six
ODIN
