Page 55 of Torrid Passion
“That’s a big promise.”
“One I can guarantee. You taste so good, I’d drop to my knees in the street, if you said the word.”
I swear to God, the temperature in this room just went up by eighty degrees.
“Do you need a minute, or can I fulfill my next fantasy?” he asks.
“I’m afraid to ask what comes next.” I let out a small laugh. “Something tells me we aren’t talking about the missionary position.”
“We’re most definitely not talking about the missionary position,” he says. Sliding his hands up my right leg, he removes my heel.
Thump.
We both smile at each other when the shoe hits the floor.
“My repertoire is limited,” I remind him.
“We’re expanding it tonight.”
He removes my other heel.
Thump.
“So, what did you have in mind?”
“You, bouncing on my balls.”
Holy Jesus.
He’s so matter-of-fact about it.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit.
“I get to be your first?” he grins wide.
“You do.”
“I like knowing that. I hope I’ll be your first for so many other filthy things.”
Something tells me you will.
“Someone is cocky.”
“Nah, I’m just being hopeful.”
Loki slides up my body and captures my lips with his.
“Oh, gosh,” I mumble against his mouth.
“What?”
“You smell and taste like me.”
“Your first time?”
“No, but on you, it’s so much more erotic.”
“Mmm,” he hums, satisfaction veiling his hazel brown eyes. His gaze shifts to my breasts. “These have been the star feature of so many of my wet dreams.”
