Page 26 of Odin's Treasure
I setHarmony down on the edge of my bed, my hands sliding from her waist to frame her face as I stared into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Tell me to stop,” I said again, giving her one more chance to back out.
Chest heaving, lips swollen from my kiss, she whispered, breathlessly, “I don’t want you to stop.”
Fuck.
That was all the invitation I needed to hear.
Crashing my mouth back to hers, I swallowed the gasp that escaped her throat. My hands tangled in that thick, dark hair I’d been fantasizing about since the moment I’d met her, and I tilted her head back, deepening the kiss.
She tasted like sugar and cinnamon, and goddamn if I could get enough.
Her hands slid up my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my t-shirt as she pulled me closer. The action sent heat straight to my cock, which was already straining against my jeans.
Breaking the kiss, I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she bit down on that plump bottom lip. “Wade?—”
My dick kicked behind my jeans.
“Say it again,” I demanded, my voice rough.
Her eyes sparkled. She knew what she was doing to me.
“Wade,” she purred.
Jesus Christ.
Hearing the way those sweet lips said my name did all kinds of things to me. Things I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I moved my hands to the hem of her sundress and slowly started pushing it up her thighs. “Lift up, baby.”
Her eyes went half-mast as she shifted from hip to hip, letting me pull the fabric over her head.
Holy fuck.
I’d known she was beautiful, but seeing her in nothing but the matching red lace bra and panties? My mouth went dry. Her body was absolutely perfect—all soft curves and smooth skin, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
My cock strained against the zipper of my jeans.
“Your turn,” she said quietly, her fingers going to the hem of my shirt.
I helped her pull it over my head, and when her eyes dropped to my chest, taking in all the ink covering my skin, I watched her pupils dilate.
Her teeth pressed into the plumpness of her bottom lip. “Can I touch you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
My lips twitched. She was so goddamn sweet. “Baby, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
She lifted a shaking hand, and I watched mesmerized as her fingers traced the outline of the fire-breathing dragon across my chest before moving to the tribal markings on my arms.
She followed every line and curve like she was committing them to memory.
“They’re beautiful,” she murmured.
I caught one of her hands and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Not as beautiful as you.”
She smiled, and fuck if it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
