Her hands slid to his waist. “I think I remember where we left off.” She undid the button, reached for the zipper.
But he caught her hands and stopped her. “No.” A growl.
Her eyebrows lifted. “Odin?”
“Baby, I am hanging on by a thread. You touch my dick, and I slam into you two seconds later.”
Her tongue slid over her lower lip. “That’s, ah…”
He kissed her. Took her mouth because her sexy tongue was driving him insane. Maisey had no idea how close to the limit he was. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how much longer he could hold on. It had never been like this for him. He’d never wanted someone so intently. So completely.
He kissed her with a frantic lust and when she gave that sweet little moan in the back of her throat, the sound just urged him on all the more. He wanted to yank her jeans off. She wasn’t wearing panties—he still had those—so all he had to do was get rid of the jeans. Then he could plunge into her. Drive them both straight to oblivion.
But she has to be ready.
Maisey was tiny compared to him. He didn’t want to hurt her. Couldn’t hurt her. He had to make it good for Maisey because he didn’t just want one fast fuck with her.
Odin needed so much more.
He forced his mouth to tear away from hers. Forced himself to take a step back. “My bedroom…” A rumble. “Down the hallway, to the left.” He wanted their first time to be in a bed. Not up against a wall. That could be the second time. Or the third. Whatever she wanted. The first time, he had to use care.
Have to make her ready.
“Go,” he urged her when Maisey stared up at him with eyes that had gone even more golden than normal. He could see the desire shining in her stare. “Go in there.” He swallowed. “Strip. I’ll be right behind you.”
“You want me to strip without you?” She didn’t move.
“Baby, if I touch your clothes, I’ll rip them off you.” He was that far gone. The rest of her clothes would wind up as torn as her panties.
Maisey didn’t look intimidated. She tipped back her head and murmured, “Promises, promises…”
Maisey!
“But if you want me to go, I’ll go.” She turned away. Paused just long enough to kick off her heels. Then she began walking toward his bedroom.
Only…she lifted up her shirt as she strolled down that hallway. Strolled as if she didn’t have a fucking care in the world. Then she let the shirt fall.
She’d told him that she was nervous just moments before. Now she was walking away with a sexy sway of her hips and dropping her shirt. Teasing him. He’d been trying to hold back, and she was doing this to him?
She unhooked her bra. Let it fall.
He stalked behind her. He saw the beautiful, bare curves of her back. “I thought you were nervous.”
She paused at his bedroom door. Her thick hair tumbled over her shoulders as she angled her head and looked back at him. “I was. Then I realized that when you touch me, nothing else matters.”
Yes, no doubt about it, Maisey was trying to destroy him.
She turned back to the front. But she didn’t enter his bedroom. He was five steps behind her. Watching. Transfixed. Obsessed.
With a soft rustle, her jeans slid to the floor. She kicked them away. Not that he was looking at her feet. His gaze was on her ass. Her perfect, round ass. An ass that he wanted to feel against his hands, just as he wanted to feel every single inch of her body.
Maisey walked into his bedroom. Slow and easy. Still moving as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
His breath was ragged. His body felt too big. Too rough. He jerked off his own shirt and threw it. Kicked off his boots. Yanked away his socks. When he got to the bedroom door, his hands were reaching for his zipper.
Maisey was in his bed. A big bed, the biggest he could special order. She waited in the middle of the bed, lying on the crisp sheets with her body completely uncovered. Her breasts were full, her nipples tight, dusky peaks. She’d turned on the lamp, and the light drifted over her body.
He’d wanted to be careful with her.
Not gonna happen.
I will take and take and—
He didn’t move. Make sure she’s ready. Make sure she’s fucking ready.
“Odin?” Her head tilted as she pushed up on her elbows. “What are you waiting for?”
He ditched his jeans.
Her gaze dropped. She sucked in a quick breath. The gold of her eyes gleamed even more.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered as he stalked forward.
Slowly, she did.
So pretty and perfect. And…was she wet? He slid onto the bed. Caught her legs. Spread them more and put his fingers to her core.
Wet.
“You’re…really big.” A hint of worry.
“And you’re absolutely perfect.”
“Like, not saying this to flatter you or anything, but you are seriously bigger than the other guys I have been with—”
His growl cut through her words. The last thing he wanted to hear about was any other guy she’d ever been with. His head bent and he took her sex with his mouth. His tongue slid over her clit.
She heaved against him. “Odin!”
His hands clamped around her thighs. He tasted. Licked her clit over and over, then drove his tongue into her sex. She twisted against him, not to back away, but to get closer.
He lifted his head. Replaced his mouth with his fingers and stroked her. First one finger, then a second. He stretched her. Made sure she was open and ready to take him.
“If you don’t fuck me, right now, I will go crazy!”
He couldn’t have that. He also couldn’t hold back, not another moment. Not with her sensual taste on his tongue and not with the hot, tight way her sex squeezed his fingers. She was going to feel like heaven around his dick.
He withdrew his fingers. Grabbed his cock and—
Condom.
“Do not move,” he ordered her.
“Odin!” A cry of frustration.
He shot from the bed. Grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Had it on and was back to press against her. His cock lodged at the entrance to her body. She’d grabbed the sheets and fisted them. He locked his hands around her hips and began to push into her.
But Maisey tensed. “It’s…ah…” She bit her lower lip. “Been a little while for me.”
He’d gone in an inch. Maybe two. Every cell in his body screamed for him to drive deep.
His left hand slid down. His fingers strummed her clit, just the way he’d learned she liked.
“Oh, that’s good, Odin, that’s—” Her hips did a little shimmy. “That feels—” And then she was the one to surge up against him. Her hips arched.
He drove into her. Thrust past the initial resistance of her inner muscles and sank all the way inside of her.
That was the moment when he lost his mind. Because Maisey didn’t just feel good. Good didn’t begin to describe it. Insane. Fucking fantastic.
He loomed over her. His mouth bent to capture hers in a long, drugging kiss as his cock retreated, then plunged deep. The rhythm was fast, faster, and her legs lifted to curl around him. Maisey’s hands freed the sheets as she grabbed for him.
“Okay?” Odin rasped. It was all he could manage, but he needed to be sure he wasn’t hurting her.