“Get your pelvis against mine and you’ll know exactly where the rest of me is.”
Her breath caught in a way that heated his blood so fast his head spun. But she did as she was told, her eyes on his as her knee bumped his and the friction between their thighs threatened to set him on fire. “It’s, um…kind of hard to move my feet when we’re this close. Are you sure this is dancing?”
“Swaying counts as dancing.” His arm tightened around her. “You’re not complaining, are you?”
A blush from a hardcase like Alice was a sight to see. “Hardly.”
“Good.”
“Are you sure swaying is officially dancing?”
“It is in my book.” And it was also the sexiest damn thing he could do with her in public that wouldn’t get them arrested. “Put your arms around my neck, Stems.”
He loved how quickly she did so. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Exactly like that.” Her upturned face was too close for him to resist, so he didn’t even try. First, he brushed his mouth against her brow, then over her closed eyes. A crazy jolt of pure masculine triumph shot through him when he heard her breath tremble. “Every time I look at you, that’s what I want to do—cover that knockout face of yours with kisses.”
Her breathy laugh charmed the hell out of him. “I have a knockout face?”
“You have a knockout everything. That’s why I want to kiss you all the damn time. And hold that boomin’ body of yours flush against me even when we’re in public, like now. It’s like every part of me wants to lay claim to every part of you, so that’s what I’m doing, Alice Halliday. I’m laying claim to you.”
Those depthless eyes locked onto him like he was the only man in the city. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
Shit. “You got a problem with being my woman?”
“No.” Almost without conscious thought she continued to sway to the music even as the melody changed, moving into a haunting rendition of “Unchained Melody.” Without a doubt, he’d have to leave a damn fine tip for the busker. “Laying a claim, though…that’s what you do with things. You know, property. I’m no one’s property.”
“But you are mine.” It wasn’t a question.
“If I’m yours, then you’re mine. How’s that make you feel?”
“Fucking awesome.” He grinned down at her surprised face, pleased she now understood who was who, and what was what. “Damn, that couldn’t have worked out better than if I’d planned it. Getting you to dance, and making sure you laid your claim on me. This is what I call a good day.”
“You’re impossible,” she grumbled, though she looked so damn pleased with the situation he couldn’t help but give her a little dip there and then. She yelped and clutched at his shoulders all the more, making life downright perfect. “So now what? Do we celebrate co-ownership of each other by signing documents and getting them notarized as well?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Dropping a lingering kiss on her mouth, he hauled her out of the dip, dug for some bills to drop in the busker’s open guitar case, and guided Alice toward his Harley, parked in a lot across the street. “It’s time to really work up an appetite.”
*
“Yes.” Alice’s bare feet were slung over Loki’s broad, naked shoulders. The position caused her pelvis to be tilted up at just the right angle to ensure his cock seated all the way into her. The impact of their bodies mingled with the ragged sounds of their breathing, and all of it was music to her ears.
They had barely made it through the converted garage’s door leading to Loki’s seldom-used kitchen before she was spun around and lifted, only to land on the ‘50s-style Formica-topped breakfast table. Clothes had been stripped off in a hurry, and then it all became a blur of lust and need and seeing how fast she could get him where he belonged.
Inside of her.
The exquisite madness he created simply by merging their bodies together built within her, layer upon layer of sweet sensation until every part of her screamed with it. She moaned, because the tension ballooning inside was so lush, so perfect, she had to clutch onto his shoulders for fear of flying apart at the seams. “Loki, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
His thrusts increased, pushing her ever closer to that brilliant point of pleasure. “Wait for me.”
She wasn’t sure she could give him what he wanted, because he was busy giving her everything she wanted. The sensation of his thick cock pounding into her depths and stretching her inner walls was just too sweet for her to resist. Beauty like that made her believe in miracles. Because of Loki, she now knew what it meant to be complete, and it was a feeling she only found when they were like this.
Like this, with his weight pressing down on her.
Like this, with his cock thrusting wildly into her.
Like this, with her whole world rocking with every powerful surge of his body.
With the perfection they achieved whenever they were together, it was a wonder she didn’t live in a perpetual state of orgasm.
That one errant thought triggered a cascading rush of bliss, and it rocketed her toward a release that she half-feared would shatter her completely. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as the pleasure bloomed inside her, so intense it bordered on a deliriously sweet pain.
“Beautiful.” The word whispered out of her, the mindless bliss fast overwhelming her ability to speak. “So beautiful, I can’t… Oh God, I can’t hold back any longer. Loki.”
The force of her orgasm was immense, and so powerful it wouldn’t have surprised her if it had managed to knock the world off its axis. The only blemish on such exquisite perfection was that he wasn’t with her in all that glorious ecstasy.
Even as that fleeting regret shot across her consciousness, he groaned, his eyes closing while his head flung back and the tendons in his powerful neck stood out. It was so enthralling, the sight of such a strong man surrendering to the pleasure she gave him, that she came again, her fingers gripping the edges of the table so hard it was a wonder it didn’t crumble into dust. She was still moan-gasping when he plunged one last time into her and collapsed, his breathing as labored as her own.
“I’ve lived here two years and never once used this table.” His voice, so ragged it was almost unrecognizable, had her opening eyes she couldn’t remember closing. “Now I want to have it bronzed. That was fucking amazing.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to give a lot of your furniture a workout.” A faint laugh escaped her before he gently slid out and stood upright, allowing her to unstick her back from the table’s surface and sit up. “Better yet, I’m happy to return the favor. Next time you show up at my place, let’s see how much fun we can have trying to fit into my dinky little shower.”
“Considering how big I am, and how tall you are, that sounds more like a recipe for disaster than a sex challenge.” Snagging up his T-shirt from a nearby chair where she’d absently tossed it, he surprised her by putting it over her head and pulling her arms through like she was a toddler. “When it comes to fucking you, I want to have lots of room to maneuver, and I’m not going to get that at your apartment. That place gives new meaning to the word cramped.”