Page 71 of The Heir
Thor stood for a long moment with his head down. “I think I know what you mean. This morning, I walked into the meeting room and Victor and Freya were there already. I didn’t hear them fight. They were reading quietly when I got there, and yet, I sort of sensed that something had gone on before I walked in. I even asked Freya if she was okay.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. You’re picking up something that you can’t explain with your other senses. You didn’t see or hear something unusual, but your gut feeling is telling you they had a fight.”
“My attraction for you was there before France.” Thor turned me around. “And it’s like a snowball rolling down a mountain: out of control and growing in size.”
Heat spread from my belly and downward. “Come.” Taking his hand, I led him to the bedroom.
“Don’t play with me.” The words coming from this large and powerful man made me turn and look deep into his eyes.
“I can give you tonight.”
“And what about tomorrow?”
“You might feel different then.”
Thor groaned. “I doubt that. I’ve already told you that I’m serious.”
It was close to one in the morning. In ten hours, we would be back on a drone and soon we would be in two different countries. If I was ever to have a sexual experience with a man who turned me on, now was my chance because no one got to me the way Thor did. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to live in the moment?” I whispered into his ear.
Thor sucked in his lower lip and grabbed onto my shirt, twisting the fabric between his fingers as he held me close. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to play with fire?”
We stared into each other’s eyes before meeting in another heated kiss.
Thor pulled off my tank top and made a sound of deep appreciation when he cupped my breasts.
Standing chest to chest, I tugged at his t-shirt and he helped me get it off him. I’d seen Thor naked once before on a beach in the Motherlands, but when I pushed his shorts down and his erection sprung free, I looked at it with fascination.
The size of it and the wet spot it left on my stomach made me smile.
Thor removed his shorts and my underwear before lifting me onto the bed. “We won’t go too far.” I took his words as a reassurance for himself more than me.
With Thor in all his naked glory beside me, I had no intention of limiting myself.
My hands and lips greedily touched and kissed him. Thor was like a starving man taking everything I offered him, until I whispered in his ear. “I want you inside me.”
“Not until you accept my proposal.”
I was certain that Thor didn’t truly want to marry me. Determined that I would be rational for both of us, I settled on exploring his body. Thor watched me kiss and lick my way around. When I tasted his cock, he placed a hand over his eyes and let out a deep moan.
Pulling his hand down, I insisted. “I want you to watch.”
“You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered and twisted his hands into my hair.
I loved his fixed gaze on me as I brought him pleasure. For years I’d wondered what oral sex would taste and feel like, but I’d never appreciated the satisfying sense of feeling sexy and powerful while performing the act.
Thor’s head was leaning against the wall behind the bed with his mouth slightly open, and his breathing fast and shallow.
“You need to stop, or I’ll come,” he warned me.
I didn’t stop. My lust for the satisfaction of making Thor come made me continue with an increased appetite.
“Linea, no.”
As if I weighed nothing, Thor put me on my back and pushed my knees up. The thought that he was about to go all the way had me practically purring.
When he kissed me again, I wondered if he liked the taste of himself on my tongue. I gasped a little when he penetrated me with his fingers.
Pulling back and looking into my eyes, he groaned. “I’m inside you now.”
