he’d made when we were young, but at the same time, I knew better than anyone that sometimes you couldn’t see your path until you were already so far down it that there was no way back.
“I can promise you . . .” The words stuck in my throat, blocked by a boulder of fear and do-not-go-there-he-will-crush-your-heart-to-dust. “That if something happened to you,
I
would care.” I swallowed. “A lot.”
My heart hammered, my hand moving to cup his cheek. The second I touched him, his body stiffened, his eyes widening. I was pretty sure his expression mirrored mine since I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by the gesture.
And then some part of me gave up fighting it, and I leaned forward, rising to my toes, my mouth colliding with his.
Kissing him felt a lot like coming home.
My hand slid to his neck, threading through his hair, pulling his head down to mine, pressing my body into the curve of his, and then his arm hooked around my waist, his cock brushing against me, his lips parting, his tongue swooping in.
He tasted so freaking good, his lips and tongue laying siege to mine. His mouth contained the kind of hunger I couldn’t ignore if I tried, his hands holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
His teeth sank down on my lower lip, drawing it between his, sucking on it, laving my flesh with his tongue as my nipples tightened and my clit throbbed.
It was both familiar and new all at the same time. As though I was kissing a stranger, because there was a desperation to this kiss that hadn’t been there before. This was a decade of pent-up unrequited whatever-we-were, and we kissed like we couldn’t get enough of each other.
My hands were all over him, gripping his hair, stroking his neck, moving lower to feel his impressive shoulders, going lower, my hands gripping his biceps, holding him close to me. His body felt amazing against mine and I found a whole new appreciation for the physical demands of his job. He’d always been in shape, but he’d never felt this hard against me, his muscles impressive enough to make my mouth go dry and make my body so very wet.
I moaned as his hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, his leg sliding between mine so that I rode him, the friction sending even more heat through me.
My fingers dug into his skin, and he made a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl, nipping at my lip again, his hips canting toward me so I could feel every inch of how badly he wanted me.
And by the thick, hard length brushing against me, apparently he wanted me a lot.
THOR
Of all the ways I’d imagined this playing out, I hadn’t dared to hope that the evening would end with my arms around Becca, my mouth on hers, drowning in the taste of her. And I definitely never would have predicted that the reality of kissing her would blow the memory out of the fucking water.
Whatever doubts and fears I’d had were silenced the instant our mouths connected. I’d been an idiot before and thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to me, but there was no way I was making the same mistake again. I’d wanted an in with her, some kind of sign that hope wasn’t lost, and if this wasn’t a flashing-light-burning-bush kind of sign, I didn’t know what was.
She pulled away first, her lips swollen, eyes wide, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. I knew exactly how she felt, because I couldn’t have gotten control if I tried. Forget the beers, I was utterly wrecked by her.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, capturing the last taste of her while she watched, that familiar look in her eyes that my body instantly recognized.
I took a step back, needing to put distance between us before I did something I’d regret. I wanted her and she wanted me, but as easy as it would be to fall into bed with her again, there was still too much between us for sex to do anything but complicate an already messy situation. I wanted her, but I wanted more than her body, even as
“I can promise you . . .” The words stuck in my throat, blocked by a boulder of fear and do-not-go-there-he-will-crush-your-heart-to-dust. “That if something happened to you,
I
would care.” I swallowed. “A lot.”
My heart hammered, my hand moving to cup his cheek. The second I touched him, his body stiffened, his eyes widening. I was pretty sure his expression mirrored mine since I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by the gesture.
And then some part of me gave up fighting it, and I leaned forward, rising to my toes, my mouth colliding with his.
Kissing him felt a lot like coming home.
My hand slid to his neck, threading through his hair, pulling his head down to mine, pressing my body into the curve of his, and then his arm hooked around my waist, his cock brushing against me, his lips parting, his tongue swooping in.
He tasted so freaking good, his lips and tongue laying siege to mine. His mouth contained the kind of hunger I couldn’t ignore if I tried, his hands holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
His teeth sank down on my lower lip, drawing it between his, sucking on it, laving my flesh with his tongue as my nipples tightened and my clit throbbed.
It was both familiar and new all at the same time. As though I was kissing a stranger, because there was a desperation to this kiss that hadn’t been there before. This was a decade of pent-up unrequited whatever-we-were, and we kissed like we couldn’t get enough of each other.
My hands were all over him, gripping his hair, stroking his neck, moving lower to feel his impressive shoulders, going lower, my hands gripping his biceps, holding him close to me. His body felt amazing against mine and I found a whole new appreciation for the physical demands of his job. He’d always been in shape, but he’d never felt this hard against me, his muscles impressive enough to make my mouth go dry and make my body so very wet.
I moaned as his hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, his leg sliding between mine so that I rode him, the friction sending even more heat through me.
My fingers dug into his skin, and he made a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl, nipping at my lip again, his hips canting toward me so I could feel every inch of how badly he wanted me.
And by the thick, hard length brushing against me, apparently he wanted me a lot.
THOR
Of all the ways I’d imagined this playing out, I hadn’t dared to hope that the evening would end with my arms around Becca, my mouth on hers, drowning in the taste of her. And I definitely never would have predicted that the reality of kissing her would blow the memory out of the fucking water.
Whatever doubts and fears I’d had were silenced the instant our mouths connected. I’d been an idiot before and thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to me, but there was no way I was making the same mistake again. I’d wanted an in with her, some kind of sign that hope wasn’t lost, and if this wasn’t a flashing-light-burning-bush kind of sign, I didn’t know what was.
She pulled away first, her lips swollen, eyes wide, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. I knew exactly how she felt, because I couldn’t have gotten control if I tried. Forget the beers, I was utterly wrecked by her.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, capturing the last taste of her while she watched, that familiar look in her eyes that my body instantly recognized.
I took a step back, needing to put distance between us before I did something I’d regret. I wanted her and she wanted me, but as easy as it would be to fall into bed with her again, there was still too much between us for sex to do anything but complicate an already messy situation. I wanted her, but I wanted more than her body, even as
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