Page 27 of Luna Cursed

"Back to being professional," she said, swallowing.

"One for the road." Tor brushed his lips against hers, and she opened for him. He was gentle as he savored her. Ciara's legs tightened around him, and a tingle rushed down her spine straight to her pussy. She leaned into the kiss, her tongue stroking against his, and all the tension rolled out of her. Kissing him felt like coming home.

Fuck. This was precisely why she needed boundaries with him. Nothing would get done because she would kiss him and not be able to stop.

Tor growled low, his chest vibrating against her hand. He pulled back from her. "We need to go."

"Where? Oh. Uppsala. Right. Yes," Ciara said. She climbed off him and onto unsteady feet. He looked way too pleased with himself. God help her. "Anywhere in particular in Uppsala? Or are you winging it off some random thought of Von's?"

"A bit of both, actually." Tor filled her in on the details of the conversation. She took out her phone and tried to find Old Sigtun on a map and came up blank. "It doesn't exist."

"I went to Google, and it's now called Signhildsberg. It's got an estate and not much else. Do you want to drive first? You know, so you aren't distracted," Tor said with an innocent smile. Ciara flipped him off and snatched the keys off the table on the way out.

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Tor only made it through the trip without reaching for Ciara by falling asleep in the first hour of the drive and not waking up until they were almost there.

"You should have woken me," he said, rubbing a hand over his face.

"And miss all the gossip you were telling me in your sleep? Why would I do that?" Ciara asked. She still looked perky. They must have stopped at some point because she had a small bottle of Coke in the cup holder and a Mars bar wrapper in the console.

"I don't talk in my sleep." At least, he hoped not.

"You do, but the problem is you also talk in Norwegian. Don't worry. Your secrets are safe for now, Torsten." Ciara was smiling, and damn if it didn't light up her whole gorgeous face.

"Look at that. You can joke after all," he teased.

"Of course I can."

"Not with me."

Ciara was silent for a long minute. "I didn't know you."

"And now you do?"

She raised a brow at him. "Biblically."

Tor tipped his head back and laughed. "Pretty sure I missed that part, or I would've taken some notes."

"Need some ideas, do you?"

Tor looked her over. "No, I have plenty. I would love to hear any you wish to share."

"Stick around, and I just might, wolf."

If Tor had been shifted then, he was sure his tail would have been wagging. He liked this non-defensive, almost flirty version of Ciara.

As they took the signs into Uppsala, Ciara turned on her navigation and found a café next to a park close to the university.

"Why are you stopping?" Tor asked.

"Pee. Food. Walk. In that order. I'm starving, and I never hunt without something in my stomach," she said and jumped out of the car. "And I really need to stretch my legs."

They used the public toilets at the park before drifting into the café. It was afternoon, but there was still a decent crowd waiting for coffee, cake, and sandwiches.

Tor got a few curious looks, and a group of teenage boys stared at Ciara like she was their wet dreams come true.

Get in line, kids,Tor thought. She was his wet dream too. He shot them a warning glare, and they quickly returned to their food.

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