“Fucking need you.” His hands were on the snap of her jeans now. He yanked at the button, hauled down that zipper.
She kicked off her heels. Shimmied out of the jeans. Let go of him just long enough so that she could completely ditch her jeans.
Odin lifted her and carried her a few feet. Dazed, she glanced around. Had the vague thought of…Please, do not let anyone else be here! But he’d said War was on his honeymoon so that meant the place was empty, didn’t it?
He lowered her onto the edge of a tall table. Pushed her legs apart. She still had on her panties, so those were—
Ripped away. Maisey gasped at the sound of the fabric tearing. “Odin?”
He put his mouth on her. Pressed his mouth right against her sex, and Maisey choked out a moan as she arched against him. He wasn’t doing some careful foreplay. Not some getting-to-know-you move. His mouth took her like he’d tasted her a thousand times before. Like he knew exactly what she wanted.
And he did.
His tongue licked her clit. His lips feathered over her. His finger slid into her. One, then he worked in a second as she gasped and arched. He was lashing her clit with the fast licks of his tongue, and it was incredible. She tried to say his name, but she couldn’t. His fingers were stretching her. His mouth was making her insane, and her whole body was tightening as the lust and hunger she felt amped up to a fever pitch.
A hard banging echoed through the cabin. “Odin!” A bellow.
Odin didn’t stop. His mouth became even rougher. His fingers slid out of her, then his tongue thrust inside.
Maisey lost it. She came on a wave of release so powerful that she couldn’t even squeak out a breath. She could only feel pleasure so intense that she shuddered and her sex quivered and her heart thundered. Nothing had ever felt this good. Sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. If it was, then, God, she’d been doing it wrong for years. Because this was a whole new insane level of amazing.
More banging. “Odin! You told me to meet you! Open the damn door!”
Her eyes opened. She looked down. Odin was still between her legs.
Odin is between my legs.
She still had on her shirt. Her bra. His hands were on her thighs—her very spread thighs—and as she gaped at him, his head slowly lifted. When she saw his eyes, the burning, primitive heat in his possessive stare, Maisey couldn’t look away.
That had been…wow.
She swallowed. Licked her lips. “I think…” Her voice was too husky. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Your friend wants inside.”
His gaze dropped to her sex. “So the fuck do I.”
She did not have a comeback for that one. Except…I want you in, too.
Odin stared at her exposed body. Then his fingers slid up her thigh. Slid to her quivering core…
“Odin,” she whispered.
“Odin!” Jinx thundered. “I am about to pick this lock! You know I’ll do it!”
Odin’s fingers brushed over her sex. His breath panted out, and she could see him fighting for his self-control.
Maisey was afraid to move.
But with his fingers teasing her…
Pleasure built again. She was so primed. So tuned to him—
Odin shuddered and moved back. His fingers slid away from her. “There’s a guest bath down the hallway.” His voice rasped. “You can straighten up in there.” His hands slid to his open jeans. His cock—very heavy and big—thrust toward her. He pushed it back into his jeans. With an effort and a curse, he zipped and buttoned up. “I’ll deal with Jinx.”
Her heart hammered as she sat up on that table. She finally became aware that it was—“Oh, no. Is this a kitchen table?” Heat burned her cheeks. “I can never come here and have a meal with your friend War. Never. Ever. This is so embarrassing.”
Odin caught her hand. Stared into her eyes.
Her tumble of words stopped.
“When Jinx is gone, I’m having you. Don’t fucking care if it’s on a table, on the floor, in a bed, or up against a wall. I’m getting in you as deep as I can go…”
Her mouth was dry.
“And I am not stopping until I come in you at least four times.”
What? Four?
And who said stuff like that?
Obviously…Odin.
“Don’t worry.” His fingers skimmed her cheeks. “You’ll come first, every single time.”
That was good to know.
“Odin!” Jinx’s annoyed voice. “Just so you’re aware, I’ve picked the lock. Did it in like five seconds. I am coming in! This is a warning so everyone had sure as hell better be decent in there! But I’m getting worried, so I am coming—”
Odin stepped back. “Guest bath,” he said. “Go. Because if he sees you like this…” A ragged breath. “Go.”
Right, yes, going was on her agenda. Provided that she could get off the table and her legs would not crumple beneath her. She tried to give him a smile.
A furrow appeared between his brows.
She wondered how uncertain her smile looked. Probably as uncertain as she felt. Everything in her world was suddenly way off-balance, seeming to sway and shift, and, sure enough, as soon as her feet touched the floor, her knees did a little shimmy and her body was swaying, too, as she prepared for a fast fall.
Odin curled one hand under her arm. “You okay?”
She steadied. “F-fine.” Far, far from it. Maisey honestly wasn’t sure if she would ever be fine again. “You can let go.”
“But I don’t want to. Not ever.”
She stared into his eyes.
And heard the squeak of the door opening. Not the door that led to the screen porch. The door that led directly into the cabin. She realized that Jinx had been on the porch the whole time, and now he was about to see her—
Bare from the waist down. Oh, no. Red stained her cheeks. She wrenched away from Odin, grabbed her jeans, and rushed down the hallway. She flew into the guest bathroom—or what she hoped was the guest bath—and slammed the door shut behind her.
***
He’s a friend. You don’t attack a friend. Odin mentally repeated his mantra four times as he tried to get himself back under control. But I can still taste her.
“Well,” Jinx sighed. “You seem to be unharmed. When you didn’t answer the door—or respond to my many calls—I was afraid the bad guys had beat me here. That they’d incapacitated you, and you were unable to call out for help in your poor, pitiful, weakened state.”
Odin could feel a faint tremble in his fingers. Because I want her so fucking much. It had taken all of his strength not to drive into her. He’d tasted her. He’d felt her come against his mouth. She’d been gorgeous when the pleasure hit her. He’d lapped her up, and he wanted more. He wanted his dick buried in her. He wanted to feel the contractions of her release around his cock. He wanted—
“Yo. Earth to Odin. Hate to ask but, are those panties next to your boot?”
His gaze shot to the floor. Sure the hell enough, he saw the delicate panties—panties he’d torn in his haste to touch Maisey—on the floor. He scooped them up, swallowed them in one big fist, and whirled to face Jinx. “Not a word to her,” he warned.
Jinx blinked, striving to look innocent. Failing because Jinx had never been innocent. “A word? About what? Whatever would I say? I mean, would I ask the lovely lady if she was currently running around all commando because—”