Page 17 of The Heir
Brushing my hair out of my face, I clarified, “I meant that I want to visit. I would never give up my babies.”
Moving closer to me, he lowered his voice and his question sounded like an accusation: “You are having kids?”
There it was again. Thor’s closeness made my body react with arousal and my mind was frantically trying to decipher if it was my own or I was picking up energy from him.
“Why wouldn’t I? I love children,” I breathed.
His gaze fell to my lips again before he looked deep into my eyes. “Are you having them the Northlander way?”
“That depends.” I didn’t break eye contact with him and for a long second, we stood locked in a moment that felt new and surreal to me. I was used to observing and categorizing my feelings without judgment. And yet, Thor brought out a dilemma in me that made me question myself. How could I hold resentment and desire for him at the same time?
Thor’s hazel brown eyes were stormy with emotions. “On what?”
With my spiked pulse, my voice sounded a little breathy. “It depends on whether or not I fall in love.”
“Meaning you haven’t so far?” He was studying me closely when I gave a small shake of my head.
There was something both imposing and intoxicating about Thor’s presence. His size and masculine features made him alluring to those of us women who were attracted to large Nmen.
“My problem is…” I began and straightened up. “That I’m attracted to Nmen physically, but not mentally. It’s the curse of my mixed blood, I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I just said. I find some Nmen physically appealing but the moment they open their mouth and start talking, I lose interest.”
“Why?”
“Because you Nmen live by old-fashioned values that I disagree with.”
“Hmm.” He leaned a tiny bit closer. “Is that how you feel about me?”
I didn’t blink my eyes when I answered honestly, “Yes, Thor, it is.”
The second he slid his finger down my arm, the heat at my core intensified. “Tell me, Linea, were you ever with an Nman?”
“No.”
“Would you like to try it?”
My lips tugged upward. “You’re incredible, do you know that? Two minutes ago, you paced and vented about the unfairness of your father’s expectations. Rather than go back home and face him, you’re searching for a way to distract yourself. I won’t have sex with you just to help you procrastinate. What’s so funny? Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because sex with you sounds like a good type of procrastination.”
My left eyebrow arched up. “Did you forget that you admitted to not liking me?”
“So?” He shrugged. “You basically said the same thing about me. You find me attractive until I open my mouth.” His hand stroked up and down my arm. “We don’t have to talk while having sex.”
Giving him abe seriouslook, I said, “Thor, come on.” I couldn’t decide if he was playing with me or if he was serious when he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Walk away, little fairy. If you don’t, I’ll put you over my shoulder and take you back inside my room.”
I pushed at his chest to create distance. “You’re out of your mind. Everyone knows that Nmen get possessive after sex. No thanks.”
He laughed again. “That won’t happen with me. I share your sentiment, you see. You’re a beautiful woman but all your nonsense about energy work makes you sound naïve to me.”
I already knew he was skeptical of my abilities, but his words activated my pride and made it easy to suppress my lust for him. “Until you clean up the emotional mess that you’re in, I wouldn’t touch you.”
“You sure about that? I’d say that you’re already touching me.” His gaze fell to my hand, which was holding on to his shirt with the fabric wrapped between my fingers.
I let go and stepped back.
