Page 39 of Torrid Passion
“Yes.” Loki shifts position. He folds a leg and lifts it onto the couch before turning his body in my direction. “With Grant, it’s not about your pussy specifically.”
“Fair point.”
“I don’t know the guy, but from the Glenda story, it sounds like it’s about his pleasure first and foremost. Yours is optional.”
I didn’t see it, but now that he mentions it… “Maybe you’re right.”
“I believe I am. That right there is a crime.”
“I wasn’t expecting forever,” I tell him.
“Still. It’s wrong.”
I nod slowly.
“I’d make it aboutyourpussy specifically, Kyla.”
“Jesus.”
My cheeks burst into flames, as hot desire stirs between my legs. I have to press the backs of my hands against my face in an attempt to contain the mounting heat.
“You need more than a few licks, gorgeous,” he rasps.
“Oh, God, Loki.”
“You need a man who thinks you’re fucking hot enough to eat alive.”
I lower my eyes, because I don’t know what to do with myself. As I do, I catch a glimpse of the swell of his cock.
Is that because of me?
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
I rip my gaze away from his rock-hard erection.
I swear I’m going to melt.
“See what you do to me?” he asks when I meet his eyes.
“Mother of God.” My voice is coated in lust.
“Back to what I was saying,” he flashes me a panty-melting smile, dangerous enough to stop my heart. “You need a man who’s more than willing to indulge all of your fantasies… even those you’re too shy to admit to yourself.”
“Loki.” It’s meant for him to stop, but it comes out like a plea.
“Yes, Kyla?”
“I…”
I’ve already lost my train of thought.
This is too much.
“You need a man who’s had his own fantasies about you,” he continues.
“I’m dizzy from your words.”
His eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s enjoying this.
