Page 66 of The Hard Way

I shook my head, feeling like if I started talking I might start crying.

Odin put an arm around me and pulled me back against him. He spoke into my hair. “I’ll get your sisters out of this. One way or another.”

“I don’t want you to go dark. I won’t let you.”

“You can’t stop me, can you?”

Helplessly, I gazed out at the valley, so sharp and sad with beauty. “Odin. I mean it.”

He put a finger under my chin and turned my face to his. We gazed at each other for a wildly long time, and then he kissed me, softly, his lips like butterfly wings brushing mine. The kiss took my breath away. “I love you, Ice. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

“Except you can’t dothat.” I pulled away and sat.

He squatted down to my level and kissed me again. My whole body felt warm and good when he kissed me like that. He settled in next to me and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling his legs. Again we kissed, this time harder and longer. His fingers felt good in my hair and sparkly on my neck. I shoved my hands under his sweater and enjoyed how warm he was. I felt like I was in high school again, making out by the ski jump, all the pleasures of excitement and discovery. We kissed on and on until I pulled away. “Why does this feel like the wildest thing we ever did?”

Odin’s smile sparkled. He reached up and took off his glasses—slowly like I loved.

I straddled him, rolling against his erection. He felt huge and hard, like a bowling pin, though obviously he wasn’t that big. Odin was the perfect size. Odin was always perfect. I rolled on him again.

“Stop!” he whispered.

I froze.

“Move again like that and I’ll explode.”

“Oh, looks like the leather-padded tables are turned,” I joked. “You can see what it’s like now. Maybe I’ll sexually torture you some more and not let you come.”

And then there was this moment where neither of us wanted a game.

Like this need, this desire, this knowledge passed between us.

“Or how about not.” I stood up, looming over him. He reached up and started unbuttoning my jeans. I pushed them down along with my panties and stepped out of them, and then, just for the hell of it, I peeled off my own shirt and sweater, so that I was totally naked before him.

His gaze turned warm and crinkly. “You like being naked up here, I think.”

“I like being naked with you. I always want to be naked with you.” I meant it in every way possible, and the warmth in his eyes told me he knew.

He reached up. “Come here.”

I knelt down, straddling him again, kissing him sweetly. He groaned and freed his cock, shimmying his pants off underneath me as I kissed him mercilessly.

“God, Ice. I think I’ve never wanted you more.” He positioned himself at my sex.

“Wait,” I said, stilling. “Go slow.”

“What?”

“I always love this part. When you’re not in, but I feel you there. And I need you in me so bad, and I know you will be. It seems like the most perfect thing. Like a miracle to want you so bad and then have you.”

He rubbed the head of his cock around and around on my clit. I started panting, so turned on.

“Okay,” I said. “Maybe I lied. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He grabbed my hip with one hand and guided himself in with the other. He wouldn’t make me wait. That’s not what this was.

“Oh,” I gasped when he was fully sheathed in me. “Okay, maybe this is my favorite thing.”

“Maybe it’s mine,” he said hoarsely. Slowly he churned and circled underneath me, guiding me loosely as I moved on top of him, sliding our bodies together so deliciously.

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