Page 27 of Prince of Storms
“Oh,” he said. “Right. I guess. You remember that this area is not to be cleaned, correct?”
“Yes, I remember,” I said, my mind snapping back to reality as he sternly spoke like I was a child. I had a better memory than that. I knew he didn’t want me snooping in there. Which just made me want to snoop even more.
“How’s the cleaning going?”
“Slowly,” I said. “You left your house empty and untouched for almost twenty years. It’s a little bit dirty.”
“I know.”
My stomach rumbled violently and without warning, interrupting our conversation.
Tor beamed. “Ah, good, you’re hungry. Come on.”
“What?”
“You usually eat when you’re hungry, don’t you? That’s what I do. And I’m hungry, so I’m going to get some food. It’s dinnertime, after all. I’m not heartless. Come, have some food. Unless you brought dinner?”
I shook my head. “No, I hadn’t planned on being here this late.”
None of my plans seemed to be working out the way I’d expected.
“Well, come, then, you have to eat.” Tor reached out and pulled the bag of dirty rags from my hand, dumping it on the floor. Then he snatched my fingers and began to pull me after him.
A thrill ran up my arm, around my neck, and down my chest at his touch. Skin tightened, and the ends of my nipples began to push into my bra with extra force as they hardened.
Tor barely noticed my reaction. He was too focused on dinner. Typical, a man and his stomach. Not that I should be saying much, considering how he just had to touch me and my body began to prepare itself to accept his cock, completely unbidden.
He was, after all, gorgeous as always in his black button-up, which shimmered with silver pinstripes, and his form-fitting black pants. I could see his firm posterior quite easily as he walked, hauling me behind him.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, feeling weird, and not just because he was crisp and clean, looking like a million bucks, while I was all sweaty and ugly, my hair a mess and covered in cleaner. We were such polar opposites. How could he be comfortable eating with me around?
“Dead certain!” he said with emphatic force. “You’ve worked hard, Mia. You have to play hard, too. Which, in this case, means having dinner. With me.”
With him. Yeah. Maybe then, we could discuss how he’d kissed me in the theater store. Something he had been willing to completely and totally pretend hadn’t happened.
It certainly would have been a lot easier to stop thinking aboutotherthings if it hadn’t actually happened.
Ally had told me I should get laid, but I didn’t think she’d meant likethis. And even if she had, regardless of how hot Tor was—and I couldn’t deny that—I wasn’t interested. Even friends with benefits ended with feelings, which resulted in someone getting hurt.
And I vowed, then and there, that I wouldn’t let myself get hurt by him.
Chapter Twelve
Tor
Inviting her to dinner was a mistake. What the hell had I been thinking? My blood was aswirl, raging through my veins like the currents of the wind, creating a vortex at my center that could be filled by only one thing.
Her touch.
Even the way she wrapped her fingers around the slice of frozen pizza was driving me crazy. More than once, I’d had to haul myself back from lunging across the table and bearing her to the floor. Despite the delicious aroma of sauce, cheese, and dough, I could smell her. Cinnamon and sweet flower mixed with that heady, deliciously pungent aroma of pussy.
There was no other way to describe it, and my mouth watered as it tickled my nostrils. I wanted to rip those pants off and spread her legs wide, using my strength to hold them apart while devouring her. The cries of pleasure as my tongue ran circles across her clit would satiate me more than a dozen pizzas could.
Because that was what every woman wanted. To have their sex associated with pizza.
“Everything okay?” she asked mid-bite, pausing her efforts to chew as the growl from my throat died away.
“Yes, just fine,” I said, vowing to never, ever mention my thoughts to her. She deserved better than that.
