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brushed our lips, petal-soft, together.
“Good.” His lids lowered; his dark blond lashes feathered against his cheeks.
He opened his mouth on mine.
Sparks of desire shuddered through my system. I edged my tongue out, licking his lip.
He jerked in reaction. His grip shifted, wrapping firmly around my waist and hips, holding me to him. It felt natural to curl my legs around his waist, my ankles crossed at his back.
Lips parted, he pressed his mouth to mine, gently exploring.
I sighed and leaned into the kiss. He tasted effervescent, like a Pilsener. My lips parted, wanting more. Remembering his jerk of reaction to my tongue, I licked him again. He groaned and thrust his tongue into my mouth in return, and the taste got darker, richer, like a bock.
Excitement tightened all my muscles, arms and legs and thighs, until I wrapped him like a sweater. My breasts rubbed against his chest as my breath came faster.
He groaned and, lifting his mouth from mine, turned to set me on the tabletop. My eyes flew open and I started to object—until his hand settled on my breast. Gently, he tested the mound’s weight, heat and heft tingling through me. As he palmed me, his thumb made slow circles around the rim of the areola—without quite touching it, piquing its interest and mine. The nipple puckered, and I waited breathlessly for him to do more. For the light tingling sensations, like his taste, to become something darker and richer.
His gaze flicked up to me, gauging my reaction. I signaled by subtly thrusting my breasts toward him.
Thor made a hungry sound and flipped the rucked edge of my blouse under one breast, exposing the bra. He bent and licked along the edge of the bra, searing a line of fire. I hissed.
“Hot?” he said pleasantly.
“I’ll show you hot.” Years of reining in my wild child—poofed.
Two-handed, I grabbed both neckline and bra straps, and tore down. My breasts sprang free, nipples tight in anticipation.
He sucked in a breath. His gaze was nailed to my tits, his irises and pupils burning red.
And just peeking from between his lips were two fangs.
Somehow, the sight of those sharp tips set me instantly on fire. I grabbed him for a kiss, locking my ankles behind him so he had no choice. Maybe that inflamed him too, because he pressed into the cradle of my thighs. My skirt ruffle had ridden up my hips, and his body was searing hot against my panties, but I didn’t stop, didn’t even slow. I left staid behind and kissed him with the wildness in me, licking everything I could reach, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his fangs…I swiped a long lick to one fang
A full body shudder erupted between my legs.
That strong male, shuddering like an earthquake. Yes.
Of course I did it again. I unlocked my ankles to scoot forward and licked the length of the other sharp canine.
He gasped. Backed up, palm extended. “Wait.”
“No. No waiting.” If we stopped now, we’d never get beyond second base. For the first time in far too long, I wanted the wild child to trump Staid Sera.
I wanted to hit a home run.
I pushed off the table. He caught me and eased me to the floor, sliding me down his muscular body…uh… I barely remembered what I’d started out to do.
That long, front-to-front glide scrambled Thor’s brain cells too, because when I finally did remember and ran behind the bar, he didn’t stop me. Neither of us cared anymore that I was barefoot.
A bottle of honey whiskey on the top shelf was my goal. I stretched up for it. “Take off your shirt.”
“What?”
“Off.” I came around the bar, motioning impatiently, eager to show him how good I could make this.
He stripped vest and shirt with impressive alacrity—he was hungry for whatever I was offering. His excitement fueled mine. And the torso revealed…
I swallowed, a long slide of lust. Big, broad chest, heavily muscled. Belly ripped to within an inch of its life. Dent of a navel in a feathering of ashen hair. I wanted to lick
“Good.” His lids lowered; his dark blond lashes feathered against his cheeks.
He opened his mouth on mine.
Sparks of desire shuddered through my system. I edged my tongue out, licking his lip.
He jerked in reaction. His grip shifted, wrapping firmly around my waist and hips, holding me to him. It felt natural to curl my legs around his waist, my ankles crossed at his back.
Lips parted, he pressed his mouth to mine, gently exploring.
I sighed and leaned into the kiss. He tasted effervescent, like a Pilsener. My lips parted, wanting more. Remembering his jerk of reaction to my tongue, I licked him again. He groaned and thrust his tongue into my mouth in return, and the taste got darker, richer, like a bock.
Excitement tightened all my muscles, arms and legs and thighs, until I wrapped him like a sweater. My breasts rubbed against his chest as my breath came faster.
He groaned and, lifting his mouth from mine, turned to set me on the tabletop. My eyes flew open and I started to object—until his hand settled on my breast. Gently, he tested the mound’s weight, heat and heft tingling through me. As he palmed me, his thumb made slow circles around the rim of the areola—without quite touching it, piquing its interest and mine. The nipple puckered, and I waited breathlessly for him to do more. For the light tingling sensations, like his taste, to become something darker and richer.
His gaze flicked up to me, gauging my reaction. I signaled by subtly thrusting my breasts toward him.
Thor made a hungry sound and flipped the rucked edge of my blouse under one breast, exposing the bra. He bent and licked along the edge of the bra, searing a line of fire. I hissed.
“Hot?” he said pleasantly.
“I’ll show you hot.” Years of reining in my wild child—poofed.
Two-handed, I grabbed both neckline and bra straps, and tore down. My breasts sprang free, nipples tight in anticipation.
He sucked in a breath. His gaze was nailed to my tits, his irises and pupils burning red.
And just peeking from between his lips were two fangs.
Somehow, the sight of those sharp tips set me instantly on fire. I grabbed him for a kiss, locking my ankles behind him so he had no choice. Maybe that inflamed him too, because he pressed into the cradle of my thighs. My skirt ruffle had ridden up my hips, and his body was searing hot against my panties, but I didn’t stop, didn’t even slow. I left staid behind and kissed him with the wildness in me, licking everything I could reach, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his fangs…I swiped a long lick to one fang
A full body shudder erupted between my legs.
That strong male, shuddering like an earthquake. Yes.
Of course I did it again. I unlocked my ankles to scoot forward and licked the length of the other sharp canine.
He gasped. Backed up, palm extended. “Wait.”
“No. No waiting.” If we stopped now, we’d never get beyond second base. For the first time in far too long, I wanted the wild child to trump Staid Sera.
I wanted to hit a home run.
I pushed off the table. He caught me and eased me to the floor, sliding me down his muscular body…uh… I barely remembered what I’d started out to do.
That long, front-to-front glide scrambled Thor’s brain cells too, because when I finally did remember and ran behind the bar, he didn’t stop me. Neither of us cared anymore that I was barefoot.
A bottle of honey whiskey on the top shelf was my goal. I stretched up for it. “Take off your shirt.”
“What?”
“Off.” I came around the bar, motioning impatiently, eager to show him how good I could make this.
He stripped vest and shirt with impressive alacrity—he was hungry for whatever I was offering. His excitement fueled mine. And the torso revealed…
I swallowed, a long slide of lust. Big, broad chest, heavily muscled. Belly ripped to within an inch of its life. Dent of a navel in a feathering of ashen hair. I wanted to lick
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