“Loki.” She ground her backside more insistently against him. “The only problem I’ve got is that you talk too much when you should be otherwise occupied.”
“Ah, there she is,” he growled in her ear, the corners of his mouth curling. “I knew you could find your inner bad girl.”
“You’re the only one who can bring her out. Now you have to make it worth her while to stick around.” She kept up that restless grinding before throwing him a coy look over her shoulder. “Think you can do that?”
“Challenge accepted.” A surge of white-hot lust ignited at that one sultry look. Whatever Alice wanted, he’d do it, as long as she kept looking at him like that.
That was the only thought he had from the time he woke up to the time he closed his eyes on the image of her sleeping beside him.
Whatever Alice wanted.
As long as that whatever was him.
With that thought, he spread her silky-smooth thighs apart and cupped her cleft with his hand.
Her gasp echoed in his head, kicking off an urgent beat in his blood to pool in his dick.
Oh, yeah.
“I get hard just from the sounds you make.” As he spoke, he parted the wet, intimate folds of her pussy so his middle finger could slide into the sweetness of her slick channel. His other hand kept her right where he wanted her, pressing against her stomach and holding her to his hardening cock. “I’m one lucky sonofabitch, finding a woman who gets this wet for me and wants me like I want her. You’re my idea of what treasure is, Alice Halliday. My treasure.”
“Loki.” Her breath came in short little bursts, and the sound of it thrilled him beyond words. “Shut up and get your pants off.”
“Sorry, Stems, but my hands are too full with finger-banging you. I’ll get my pants off after I get you off.” With that, he found the hard nub of her clit and massaged it in relentless little circles.
A jagged cry burst out of her, her body writhing with a palpable, excruciating pleasure. She tried clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle herself, but no way was he standing for any of that. The hand holding her to him reached up to snag her wrist to bring it down, so those sweet sounds she made could flow freely.
“I told you,” he whispered roughly, his excitement increasing along with the tempo of his stroking hand. “I love the sounds you make. They’re mine. You don’t get to keep them from me.”
“But I’m close.” She pushed the words out between gasps, and she began to do that graceful undulating he loved to see her do when pleasure was so close. “I’m close, but I can’t… Not here, Loki. Oh, God, not here.”
“You can, and you will, because I won’t stop stroking this sweet pussy until you scream the House down.” Pride burned through him at the thought—the thought of giving his woman so much pleasure she stopped being cautious and forgot all about her precious control. The fact that she could get this crazy for him pushed him toward the edge so fast he shuddered at the near-pained surge of lust throbbing in his granite-hard cock. “Come for me, Alice. Give it to me now, and I’ll give you my cock.”
The final word left his lips half a second before her writhing body bucked as if tortured. She cried out, lost in the pleasure he gave her.
Exactly what he’d wanted.
Without mercy he kept at her, addicted to her loss of inhibition and determined to keep her in that blissful world even as his own body screamed with the need to join her. From the moment she crashed into his life, that was the only imperative he had—to bury himself inside the sweet, hot sheath of her cunt and never leave.
God, he needed that.
Now.
Her panting cries were quieting at long last, and he told himself that it was enough. In one swift move, he stood and swiveled so that she faced the desk with him behind her. When she leaned her palms on the desk, her ass was exactly where he needed it to be.
Thank God for tall women.
“I’ll never forget my first sight of you like this.” As he spoke, he fished out his wallet with his free hand and managed to fumble out a condom. Dropping his wallet on the desk, he tore the packet open using his teeth, then jerked open the fastenings of his jeans, all of it one-handed. His other hand remained working her pussy, making sure her fire never went out. “Even with glass in your ass, the sight of you took my breath away. I told you that then, but I don’t think you believed me. My breath was literally stolen by the fucking sight of you that day, Alice, and I’ve been gasping ever since. You’re a goddess come to life.”
“You make me feel that way.” She laid her torso down on the desk, assuming the same position of that night, and offered herself up to him with a trust that broke him somewhere vital. “Loki, please… now.”
“My Alice always gets what she wants when she says please.” With need and triumph and the fire she set inside him swirling together in a kind of euphoric madness, Loki hitched her hips up, found her threshold, and surged inside her with an earth-shaking slam.
Another cry erupted from her as she came again, but it was almost drowned out by his groan. God, she was bliss. His delight. His answer to every question, and his panacea for all the wrongs in the world. She healed him, she perfected him, and when her tight, wet depths gloved him like this, she completed him in ways he didn’t know he needed.
She was everything.
“Made for me.” The words were out of him before he was aware of speaking, but he didn’t give a damn. His entire focus was on thrusting into her as hard as he could, driven to bury himself so deeply inside her they could never be separated. “My Alice. My woman. Mine.”
Fierce and powerful, he drove into her with every word. As he did, the pleasure ballooned even as it concentrated in on itself, the staggering tension intensifying with each savage thrust. She cried out a third time, the inner walls gloving his cock contracting just as he came, a vast explosion of ecstasy so pure he knew instinctively he would never forget this time, this moment.
This unbelievable woman.
Alice.
It took a long damn time for him to come back to his senses—another first for him—and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he gently pulled out of her.
“What?” Still breathless—and who could blame her after coming three times, he thought with no small amount of pride—Alice moved as if in slow motion to put her clothes back to rights. “What’s so funny? And it better not have anything to do with my ass or lady parts, pal.”
“You know you’re perfect, so don’t go fishing for complements.” Though he’d shower her with them, if that was what she wanted.
She turned, shimmying a bit to get her skirt back down over her hips while her face flushed crimson. “Then what are you laughing at?”
“Myself.” Snagging her thong off the floor, he eased her back on the desk’s edge so he could slide the sexy bit of fabric back up her legs. “Why the hell wouldn’t I laugh at myself? I feel like I just had an out-of-body experience, and I can’t keep my dumbass self from laughing like a loon because it feels so fucking awesome. Everything I’m feeling right now… it’s all your fault.”
She gave him the most brilliant smile he’d ever received from her. “I don’t think fault is the word you’re looking for, pal. Credit might be a better choice.”