“How’re you feeling?”
The abrupt question sidetracked her. “Feeling?”
“Yeah. You still hung-over?”
Oh. That. “No, I’m fine.”
“What about all your cuts and bruises?”
“I’m good.”
“Even the ones on your ass?”
She flushed and did a quick mental check. The one he’d had to dig at still smarted, but other than that she was good to go. “No worries.”
“Good,” he said simply. Without further ado, he rolled her onto her back and claimed her mouth with his.
For a heartbeat Alice went still, from surprise more than anything. Until that moment she’d convinced herself she’d tanked their relationship right out of the gate. But the hunger in his kiss, and the hardness of his cock that was profoundly evident when he came to rest on top of her, spoke volumes. What it said was exactly what she’d been wanting to hear.
He wanted her.
Seriously.
Freaking.
Wanted.
Thank goodness.
At some point during the night, Loki had changed into a pair of lounging pants and nothing else. With his chest left bare, she’d learned he had a light sprinkling of chest hair just begging to be explored. Hungrily she gave in to that need, letting her hands roam eagerly over his powerful pecs and loving the abrasive texture of his skin, while he moved between her legs.
Finally.
He didn’t go straight for the hem of the shirt he’d loaned her like she’d assumed he would. She was more than ready to get out of the oversized thing, and the idea of his bare skin sliding over hers was a sensation she couldn’t wait to experience. But he didn’t seem to feel the same urgency as he settled more comfortably between her thighs, propped himself up on his elbows and devoted himself to mating his mouth with hers.
As much as she loved Loki’s kisses—and without a doubt she was a big fan of how he enjoyed playing with her tongue—the lusty need clamoring inside her and the wet heat between her thighs was enough to make her moan in frustration.
“Am I hurting you?” His mouth didn’t fully leave her, instead sliding to her neck to suck on the side of it, his teeth a gentle threat. “Talk to me, Stems.”
“I want you.” The time for pretense was gone, because her panties were wet and her thighs were freaking quivering. “Please, Loki. Don’t say no.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Raining kisses along her neck, he gave the T-shirt a tug to expose her shoulder. “I’ve never said no to you. I’m not about to start now.”
As much as she hated to contradict him at a time like this, she wasn’t a fan of revisionist history. “You turned me down flat right after we met.”
“Yeah, because it was like I said—timing wasn’t right. But I did promise you there’d come a day when I’d get into your pants. Today’s that day, and the timing’s now.”
She would have cheered, but his mouth was on hers once more. The hand that had pulled the T-shirt off her shoulder at last went for the shirt’s hem, and in another second the fabric was tugged up and off. That action separated their mouths, and he took the opportunity to look down the length of her half-nude body.
“Damn,” he said, and his voice was rough with a lust that made the feminine folds between her legs ache all the more. “You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t have boring boobs.”
She grinned. “Told you so.”
“Hell, yeah, you did. Looking at you now, I just had my breath taken away for the first time in my life.”
Alice’s fever of all-out hunger softened, burning no less brightly but now edged with something so sweet it brought tears to her eyes. “You don’t have to give me pretty words, Loki.”
“I need to give you all the pretty words. But not a one of them is anywhere close to describing the beauty that you are. Swear to Christ, the day you came into my life was the day I found a goddamn treasure.”
“Loki.” Her eyes stung at the sincerity ringing in his voice. No one had ever made her feel like she was important, much less the center of the world. Loki did it with stunning ease with just a handful of words. “Put your hands on me. Please.”
“Way ahead of you.” There was a kind of reverence in his touch as his hands claimed her breasts, and the hunger in his eyes burned with something else she couldn’t readily identify. But it was so beautiful, so soul-stirring, that she wished she could live in his gaze forever. Then he tweaked her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes on a rush of pleasure.
“You fit my hands like you were custom-made for me. I love that.” Clearly delighted with her, Loki bent his head to her body and took a sensitized nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it before sucking hard.
“Yes.” She arched, her eyes still closed so she could focus utterly on that pleasure point. “Yes, Loki.”
That encouragement seemed to inspire him to kick things up to the next level. His magical mouth moved from one breast to the other, while his hands traveled lower.
So much lower.
It was a relief when his fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties. Obligingly she lifted her hips so he could slide them off, and the action brought her pelvis up against his. They both caught their breath when she rubbed against the unmistakable hardness of his cock.
Wow.
Never in her life had she been so happy to be so wrong about why he chose to ride a Harley.
“No wonder you laughed when I said you must have a small penis.” Again she rubbed against him, just to be sure. Seriously, the man was endowed. “Talk about breathtaking.”
“That word was made for you.” He took his time covering her breasts with his kisses, his tongue drawing little whorls all over her. “You wearing clothes and covering up all this perfection is a fucking sin against nature.”
“I’m not wearing anything now.”
“I’m keeping you that way from this point on.”
Now that he’d stripped her out of the last of her clothes, she figured the least she could do was return the favor. With an eagerness she didn’t bother to hide, she tugged the lounging pants over the muscular swell of his butt, and was delighted to discover he was bare underneath.
“Let me guess,” she whispered as he kicked the lounging pants off, and the sight of his naked body was enough to make her drool. “You usually sleep in the raw.”
“Hell, yeah. I spent a whole fucking hour last night searching for these damn pants.” Grinning, he reached over to the nightstand, pulled open a drawer and fished out a box of condoms. “I didn’t want you freaking out, waking up next to a naked man.”
“As long as that naked man is you, I’ll never freak out.” Touched that he went to such trouble for her, she curled a hand around his nape and pulled him in for a kiss. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“That’s because there’s no one else for you but me. You’re my woman, and I’m the only man for you. Let me prove that to you.” He rolled slightly to one side, slid the condom in place, then settled lower between her thighs. “You ready for me, babe?”