Page 42 of Odin's Treasure
“It’s just you and me,” he said, his thumbs brushing across my jaw. “You’re safe. I’m right here.”
I nodded, my breathing slowing.
“That’s it.” His hand went behind my neck and he pulled me against his chest. “Breathe with me.”
My eyes closed as I pressed my face into his cut, inhaling the scent of smoke, leather, and him. It was just him and me. He wouldn’t let anything hurt me. He’s proven that.
It was with those thoughts that my heart rate started to slow, and my breathing evened out.
“Better?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah.” I pulled back just enough to look up at him. “Thank you.” I wouldn’t have been able to make it through this without him.
“Always, babe. I’ll always protect you.” Odin dipped his head and touched his lips against mine. It was soft at first, like he was scared I was going to break at any moment.
But, I wasn’t. I had him there to hold me together.
Pressing closer, I needed more, and he gave it to me. His tongue swept into my mouth, sending heat flooding through me, chasing away the fear.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire. “What do you say we make some new memories in this place?”
My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”
He reached for the hem of my tank top and slowly pulled it up and over my head.
“Wade—” I breathed.
“Trust me,” he murmured against my lips.
I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.
So I let him strip me out of my clothes piece by piece until I was standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but my panties.
Settling his hands on my hips, he backed me up until I hit the edge of the kitchen table.
My breath hitched.
“Every time you walk into this room,” he said, his voice dropping to that low rumble that made my toes curl, “I want you thinking about me. About this. Not about what that bastard did.”
Tears stung the back of my eyes, but they weren’t sad tears.
They were grateful ones.
“Wade—”
He kissed me again, harder this time, as his hands slid down to hook into my panties. He pulled them down my legs, then lifted me onto the table.
The wood was cool against my bare skin, and I shivered.
“Cold?” he asked, smirking.
“A little.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll warm you up.”
He stepped between my thighs, and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing all that ink I loved so much.
My fingers were itching to trace every line, but he was already reaching for his belt.
