Page 70 of Suspicious

My breath catches as my eyes meet his, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. Swallowing a lump down my throat, he leans in. I think he’s about to kiss me, but he weaves, bending, and hoists me up over his shoulder. Bursting into a fit of giggles as my head drops down in line with his ass, he takes off for the hall, bounding up the stairs.

He slaps my ass as we reach his door, pushes it open, and leads us in.

Alone at last.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he slides me down his body, the move slow as I come face to face with him. The bruises from the fight linger across his face, but he’s still the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. My hand instinctively slides up, caressing the damage on his cheek, and I reluctantly smile, his hands holding securely around my waist, keeping our bodies tight together. “Did you ever think we would get here… to a place where we could be completely open about how we feel about each other?” I ask.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Honestly, this still feels like a dream to me, Sparkle.”

Lifting up on my toes, my fingers thread through his long hair, my lips barely touching his, as the energy in the room ignites, illuminating us in that same rush we’ve known our whole lives. “It’s not a dream, Alex. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever again.”

A low growl escapes from his chest, making my clit throb ashe pushes me back against the wall with a thud, his strong hands gripping my hips while his luminous green eyes bore into mine. “You’re mine now, Bea. My Old Lady. I’ll get the patch made up. You’ll fucking wear it, and you’re moving your ass back to LA to be with me. We’re doing this right, this time.Understand?”His attitude is forceful, possessive, but the undertone is laced with lust and a glimmer of hope.

Smirking, I bring my fingers to the hair tie in his hair and pull it loose. His blond locks fall freely around his broad shoulders while he continues to stare at me. Then, with both hands gliding through his hair, I grip it tight, pulling his head back and exposing his neck to me. He growls again as I lean forward, pressing my lips to the smooth skin just below his beard.

Kiss.

“You’re asking if I want to be your Old Lady?” I murmur, my lips trailing up and down his neck.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

He groans again, rocking his obviously hard cock against me. “There’s no asking, Bea. You just are. I’m not letting you slip away again.”

Kiss.

Glancing up through my lashes, I continue to kiss his neck, his breathing quickening as I move lower down his chest, my hands moving to his belt buckle to begin undoing it. “Then I guess I’m moving back to LA,” I whisper, dropping to my knees in front of him.

His head snaps down as I go to reach for his zipper, but he shocks me by dropping to his knees to meet me on the floor. My eyes widen as the brightest smile lights his face, and he reaches out, cupping my cheek. “You fucking mean it?” The desperation in his eyes is clear.

I nod with a bright smile. “I was always yours, Alex. And now I’m your Old Lady, Loki. I know we still have a lot to talk about,but I’m in this with you.All I feel is you.”

He inhales sharply like that is the best thing I could have ever said to him in this moment, and then he slowly eases forward, his lips pressing to mine. The second our lips touch, we are a tangle of hands, eager to be as close as possible.

So much time lost.

So much time to make up for.

I slide my hands under his club cut, working it off his shoulders, then gently set in on the end of the bed. He groans, pulling back and breaking the kiss long enough to tug my tank over my head. Then his mouth is back on mine, consuming me like he can’t get enough. We are lost in each other, determined to strip each other of the clothing that prevents us from getting closer.

It’s not until the thud of his boots hitting the floor that I come up for air, our breaths heavy as we stare at each other. Loki reaches up, cupping my cheek and gliding his thumb along my jaw. The moment is intimate, more than just aquickielike we had in his den. Something passes between us, and I know I’m home.

I’ve missed this.

Needed this.

And the love reflected back at me in his gaze, I feel deeply.

Loki leans in, his hand sliding to the back of my head as he guides me to the floor. He settles over me and rests his weight on his forearms. I can’t help but wiggle my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, eager for the promise of him filling me.

“Shh… Sparkle. Let me love you. I don’t want rushed. I want to remember every inch of your body,” he says, kissing along my jaw and down my neck, nipping and sucking as he makes his way to my breasts, where he takes his time.

I thread my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and he chuckles at my impatience. He pulls my taut nipple into hismouth, swirling his tongue around it before placing an open-mouth kiss on my breast. “Alex…” I trail off, unsure of what I need. Each caress of his tongue and mouth brings an onslaught of sensations I am not prepared for.

As if he doesn’t hear me, he moves to my other breast, his fingers tracing over my sides and down my hips before making their way back up. I arch into his touch, seeking more, needing to be closer to him.

Releasing my breast, he makes his way down, placing open-mouth kisses along my belly, hips, and thighs. Everywhere but where I desperately need him. My legs fall open, encouraging him to touch me, and he releases a low groan of appreciation.

Shifting lower, he slides his hands under and lifts me, his hands squeezing my ass. Then without a word, he licks slowly from my entrance to my clit, where he lightly sucks, making me moan. His hold shifts, and suddenly, his thumbs are teasing at my entrance while he sucks and licks my clit, sending me into sensory overload.

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