He nudged himself into her, filling her with a single, slow thrust, his eyes drifting shut, breath leaving his lungs in a rush. “You’re so tight.”
It felt good to Samantha, too, her body still hypersensitive.
He opened his eyes, pressed a kiss to one breast, held himself still inside her. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
She ran her palms over his chest. “That’s okay. I already came.”
And it hadblown her mind.
“You think that’s it?” He chuckled, his smile sexy enough to melt winter. “Such low expectations.”
He withdrew from her with excruciating slowness then inched himself into her again, his gaze locked with hers, that smile still on his lips.
“Oh.”
Over and over again, he withdrew slowly, only to enter her once more. And each time, it got better, the slippery friction hitting sensitive places inside her, arousing her, making her ache for the next thrust.
Little by little, he picked up the rhythm, his eyes drifting shut, his jaw tensing, muscles shifting beneath her palms. “You feel …so good.”
How did he do that? How did he make her feel desired and beautiful with just a few words, a look, a kiss?
“Thor.” She moaned his name, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Faster. Harder.
She was losing herself again, losing herself in him, in the feel of him moving inside her—the hot glide, the sweet stretch, the deep, piercing fullness.
In her mind, she saw his cock pounding into her. The thought drew her gaze downward to where their bodies joined, those amazing abs contracting as he drove himself into her. A jolt of white-hot lust shot through her, the sight primal, erotic,hot.
He shifted, changing the angle of his hips so that his cock grazed her clit on the next thrust.
The sensation made her gasp—and moan. “Oh!”
The hint of a smile played on his lips as he watched her, his blue eyes dark. Sweat beaded on his chest, his hips keeping a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving her higher, pleasure winding tighter inside her. And then she was there, hovering on the iridescent edge of another climax.
Sexual need stripped her of control, left her moaning and whispering words that made no sense. “Ooh. Thor! I want … Oh! Yes. I need…”
“Come for me,skat.”
As if she had a choice.
Samantha shattered, orgasm burning through her like molten honey, scorching and sweet. Thor caught her cry with his mouth, driving her climax home with deep, hard thrusts. When her peak had passed, he shifted his hips again and let himself go, moaning against her throat as he, at last, joined her in paradise.
* * *
Breathing hard,Thor sank against Samantha, his heart hammering, his mind empty, his body floating somewhere between heaven and earth. For a time, he lay there, still inside her, orgasm fading into languid stillness. Bit by bit, his awareness returned.
Soft skin against skin. The silk of her hair. Her scent. The thrum of her heartbeat against his chest. The taste of her on his tongue.
He had the presence of mind to pull out before the condom slipped off. He tossed it, wiped off with a tissue.
“The beds here are tiny.” Her voice was husky, sleepy.
“Come here.” He shifted onto his side so that her head was pillowed on his bicep, her legs tucked between his. “Is that better?”
“Mmm.” She snuggled against him. “What doesskatmean in Danish?”
Had he called herskat? That ought to worry him, but strangely it didn’t. “It means something like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart.’”