Page 35 of About Love and Revenge

“Why?”

“I like being alone. I don't miss having a man by my side, but I know the time will come when my body will want to learn about pleasure."

To my surprise, he unbuckles his seat belt and walks over to me. He bends down in front of my legs, but he's so big it's like he's standing. “A kiss.”

“What?”

“Let me kiss you once, and if it's not how I imagine it, we'll forget this conversation forever.”

I look at his mouth. His lips are sensual enough to make me forget about everything else. I'm thirty years old and I've never kissed a man. What harm could there be in having just one taste of him? If it's not good, it will at least drive any fantasy out of my head.

Instead of answering, I reach up and touch his face. I run my fingers gently over his jaw and enjoy the feel of the stubble on my skin.

I close my eyes to feel him better.

I let the tips of my fingernails continue to experiment, but suddenly he grabs my wrist.

“Look at me.”

I obey. I don't like being ordered around, but I'm unable to resist his commanding tone.

He brings my fingers to his mouth. Without ceasing to stare at me, he kisses the tips and then sucks them one by one.

His mouth is hot, wet, and sensations I've never experienced flood my body.

With his free hand, he unhooks my belt and pulls me to the edge of the chair. “You want this?” He's sitting back on his heels, and as soon as I nod in confirmation, he pulls me onto his lap.

I don't have much choice but to spread my legs to accommodate his body, and the feeling of having him holding me is like being protected by a wall.

“Are you going to open your mouth for me this time?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because now I'm the one who wants to taste you.”

Without any warning, he pulls me by the back of my head and glues our lips together.

At first, our mouths just feel each other.

Heat versus heat.

It's not enough, and without him telling me to, I open my mouth, inviting him in.

He just brushes his tongue across my lip, and I moan in pleasure. As soon as the sound escapes, he finally takes me.

It's a sensual, hot, determined invasion.

Odin leaves no room for me to doubt how much he wants me. His kiss is intense and so dominant that I lose track of time and space.

I just don't want to stop. I could kiss him for hours.

I wish he would touch me, but I don't know how to ask for it. Just being passive in his arms doesn't satisfy me, and I clasp my hands around his neck.

That seems to please him, because he fits me more comfortably in his lap, pulling me against him by my butt.

I can feel his arousal under my body, and the nerve endings between my thighs vibrate in response every time I move.

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