Page 159 of Top Shelf

Before I knew how much I would love him.

I pull him closer because I can’t bear even the smallest distance. His weight settles carefully between my thighs, and he kisses me, tasting every word I haven’t said, before his mouth moves to my throat, then over the edge of my collarbone, between my breasts, down until his breath warms the bare, aching center of me.

“Min fru,” he whispers against my skin. His thumb strokes over my clit, and my whole body lifts with the corner of his mouth. “You are very wet and very impatient.”

“Well, you’re a giant who keeps saying things in Swedish and then looking at me like that. I’m allowed to be impatient.”

Viktor rises back over me, and his forehead lowers to mine as he reaches between us. I feel the hot, thick press of him against me, and my legs tighten around his hips before he’s even pushed inside.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

My eyes lock on his as he enters me slowly, warm breath shaking against my mouth as my body stretches around him. The fullness steals the air from my lungs. I feel him everywhere, and once he’s buried deep, he stills, with both hands braced on either side of my head.

“Min älskling,” he rasps.

A sound breaks in my throat. I sink my fingers into his hair when his mouth finds my nipple, and he groans softly, taking his time to slowly thrust into me. I pull him closer, my legs wrapping higher around his waist.

“Say it again.”

His mouth and hips still, and he lifts his head to look at me, eyes so blue and open and unguarded it makes me hold my breath.

“Min älskling,” he repeats, half broken.

I lick my lips and repeat it back softly. “Min älskling.”

Emotion moves across his face, and then his mouth finds mine, messy and hungry, all that tenderness turning desperate. I meet him thrust for thrust, greedy for the weight of him, the heat of him, the way he curses under his breath when I clench around him.

His hand slides beneath my thigh to lift me wider until he hits a deep enough angle that makes my head fall back. I gasp as he rolls his hips again, and pleasure flashes so bright through me that I grab at his shoulders.

“Fuck, Heidi.” His voice is rough and frayed at the edges. “You squeeze me every time I fuck you like this.”

“Yes,” I moan, heat flashing through me. “Because you feel so fucking good.”

His hand slips between us to find my clit, and the first stroke has me gasping his name. He keeps moving his fingers, mouth hot at my ear.

“I could fuck you every night for the rest of my life and still wake up wanting more of you.”

The truth claws up my throat in response, and I turn my face into his neck, trying to bury it there, but Viktor catches my jaw and brings me back to him.

“No, baby,” he whispers, his lips wet against my mouth. “Look at me while I make you come.”

“I’m gonna say something stupid.”

His hips falter, eyes tracing mine, and then he thrusts hard. “Then give me your mouth.”

I kiss him before the words fall loose, and he takes it from me with a groan, fucking me deeper as his fingers work over my clit. I cling to him, kissing him harder because if my mouth is busy with his, it can’t betray me.

But the words are still there. Hot and enormous and pushing against my teeth.

I love you.

I kiss him harder. His hand closes around mine, fingers threading through fingers as my body starts tightening around him.

“Fuck,” I gasp into his mouth. “Viktor, I’m so close.”

“Let me feel you come around me, min älskling.” His breath shudders. “Let me know how fucking good I make my wife feel.”

“Oh my God.” My fingers squeeze against his. “Viktor, I fucking—”