She made a pfft sound and tried to be all casual. “Who wouldn’t be shy with their own personal Thor in their bed?”
Loch gave her a thoughtful look. “That’s the superhero from the movie, right?”
“I’m going to pretend there wasn’t even a question in your voice.”
He grinned. “So he does it for you, does he?”
Taylor could feel her face getting warm. “I’m not sleeping with you just because I might or might not have the hots for Thor. I’m sleeping with you because I have the hots for you.”
“That is an excellent thing to hear.” He leaned in close and brushed his lips over hers. Every thought or worry she had about Sigmund and the attention he was screaming for went out the window. Loch was here and now, and she wanted him more than anything. Taylor gave a little sigh and put her arms around his neck, drawing him down into the kiss. The time for doubt was past. If he needed convincing that she wanted to sleep with him? She’d convince him with her mouth. She might not have been the most experienced in bed, but she was a damn awesome kisser, mostly because she liked to kiss for a long time before sealing the deal with a guy.
Well, besides Loch and the guy at the convention. But if there was a relationship to be had? She needed months of kissing and easing into things first. And if he wasn’t a good kisser? She wasn’t interested. So she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, coaxing his mouth to part, and when it did, she swooped in for the kill.
His little groan of pleasure was rather delightful to hear, and the way his arms tightened around her body told her that he was into it. Oh, good. She liked to take the lead with kissing, mostly because it ensured that the kiss would be good. She’d endured far too many limp-tongued slobberfests to sit around and wait for a guy to kiss her just right. So she took charge.
To his credit, he didn’t try to take control of the kiss away from her. Instead, his tongue gently caressed hers and then drew back, as if he was waiting to see what she’d do. Ooh, fun. Taylor flicked her tongue against his and then took full control, using her tongue to thrust, tease, and play against his. She loved kissing; loved the sheer intimacy of it, the flirty aspects, the taste of the other person, all of it. She could kiss for hours on end. And she was pleased when Loch didn’t seem to be rushing her to get her pants off. He was content to kiss back and to let her keep control of the situation. So she happily continued the kissing party.
Slow kisses.
Quick, frisky kisses.
Wet kisses.
Languid kisses.
Tongue kisses. Okay, there were a lot of tongue kisses.
And with each kiss, she got a little more aroused, a little wetter. By the time she was ready to move on to something more exciting than just kisses, she’d memorized his taste—slightly smoky with Guinness, the unique flavor of his mouth, and the scent of him mingling in her nostrils. Her nipples were hard and aching and she pressed her breasts against his chest, her body rubbing up against his even as her mouth moved against him. He really had the best mouth for kissing, she’d decided. He’d shaved close enough that morning that his stubble wasn’t tearing her face apart, he tasted good, and his mouth was the perfect combination of hard lips edged with softness.
“Yummy,” she murmured, and slid a hand into his hair.
He chuckled and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. He was heavy-lidded with arousal, and so freaking sexy she got wet just looking at him. “You always this aggressive in bed, Tay, or am I just a lucky man?”
“I . . . tend to get carried away at times. I hope that’s all right.” And then because they’d been talking for far too long, she leaned in and bit his scrumptious lower lip again.
He groaned and rolled on top of her, deepening the kiss. He was taking control and, oh, okay, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was kind of delicious. She moaned into his mouth when his tongue flicked against a particularly sensitive spot, and then shivered when he pulled away from her mouth and started to kiss his way toward her ears. Oh, god, she really really liked her ears being licked.
“Getting carried away is quite all right with me,” she was pretty sure she heard him say, but like she was paying attention? His tongue was tracing a path along the slope of her ear and she dug her nails into his shirt, gasping and arching against him. “Fuck, you like that, eh?” he murmured.
She didn’t nod, because that might interrupt the ear-licking. So she just whimpered something that might have been close to a yes and scratched at his shoulders.
His tongue thrust inside her ear and oh, god. A little cry escaped Taylor and she clawed at his back. That did all kinds of dark and nasty things to her. Her heels dug into the mattress as she arched against him again, and he whispered something she didn’t get.
Didn’t matter. “Skin now,” she breathed, dragging at his shirt. She wanted to feel all of this big body against hers.
“Skin is an excellent idea,” he whispered into her ear and then did another one of those little thrusts that made every bit of her girl parts go taut with arousal. Then he sat up, and she whimpered because she was greedy, damn it, and she wanted his body against hers.
Of course, all that greed paid off a moment later when he ripped the dark polo shirt he was wearing over his head and revealed his chest.
“Sweet Anakin Skywalker’s virgin birth,” she breathed.
Did she think he was merely Thor? No, better than Thor. Thor aspired to be Loch. Because she was pretty sure Thor didn’t have every muscle lovingly detailed with shadow, every bit of skin a bronze gorgeousness. There was a bit of chest hair fuzzing his pectorals, but she wouldn’t hold that against him. It just made him sexier. And oh, mama, was he sexy. Even his nipples were sexy. Now that was just downright unfair, mostly because they weren’t in her mouth.
She sat up and immediately dragged him down into the bed. “On your back,” she demanded. “I have to mouth-explore all of this.”
He laughed but obediently went onto his back, his hand playing against her spine in a light caress as she got on all fours and started to kiss down his chest. Because, really, a body this gorgeous deserved to be mouth-worshipped, and she planned on doing so. She kissed one dazzling pectoral and nearly swooned when she ran her tongue over it. Heavens, but it was square and hard. He had square pectorals. Who had that outside of a comic book?
God, she was lucky.
Taylor nipped at his chest and then she couldn’t resist scoring her teeth over his nipple. He hissed but didn’t pull away, and she continued her lip-assault, moving over to the other side of his chest and tonguing everything in sight. His breathing was rapid, punctuated by the occasional little groan, which told her he wasn’t hating her caresses. Which, okay, she didn’t care much if he did as long as he stayed still and let her explore. Because . . . damn. Her tongue licked the line between his pectorals—mercy, the man had a line between his pectorals—and then she started to work her way south. Because south had a lot of fun, happy places and she wanted to tongue them all. “I’m totally going to go all Frodo and seek out your Mount Doom,” she breathed.