“After that, I stopped dating.”
She’d been with two men—only two—and both times they’d hurt her badly and put her down. Thor couldn’t undo the damage they’d done to her spirit, but, for the short time he was here, he could show her that not all men were like that.
He drew her close, stroked her hair. “Want to know what I see when I look at you? I see one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever met, man or woman. I see a woman with a sweet body, delicate breasts, a pretty face, and beautiful blue eyes. I see a loyal friend and a hard worker. I don’t know what was up with the kids at your high school or those two men, but there’s nothing wrong with you.”
For a moment, she was silent. “You’re not just saying that?”
“I never say things I don’t mean.” Thor kissed her forehead. “I also like that you’re real.”
“I’mreal?”
“You don’t wear makeup or talk about clothes or waste time on things that don’t matter. You’re not super… superfiscal.” That was the word, right?
“I think you mean superficial.” There was a hint of laughter in her voice.
He repeated it. “Superficial.”
“Thank you. For some reason, I’ve never had an interest in any of that. I thought most men like women who do all the girly stuff.”
“I don’t believe that. But who knows? My last girlfriend broke up with me because I didn’t notice her new shoes.”
“Are you serious?”
“She cried and told me I was cold and uncaring.”
Samantha sat up. “But you’re not any of those things.”
Her distress on his behalf made him smile. “Thanks, but it wasn’t a great loss.”
Lying here beside Samantha, the end of that relationship seemed like nothing.
Thor drank in the sight of her—rosy nipples peeking out between strands of blond hair, the curve of her shoulder, guileless eyes. And the sexual thirst that had just been slaked flared to life again, blood filling his cock. He brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her breast to his touch. “See? I want you again already.”
Her eyes drifted shut, her nipples drawing tight as he caressed her.
“Come here.” He drew her onto him, helped her straddle his hips. “Now I can touch you anywhere I want.”
She sucked in a little breath, her hands splayed against his chest for balance. “You have the most amazing body. I just want to play with it.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” He let her explore him with her hands, her caresses striking sparks from his skin. It turned him on just to see how much touching him turnedheron, lust in her eyes, hunger on her face.
But he was hungry, too.
He stopped her when she started to go down on him and drew her up the length of his body to kiss her. “Save that for another time.”
Then he went to work on her, teasing her clit with one hand, caressing her breasts with the other, until his fingers were drenched and her breasts were swollen.
He reached for the condom and tore the packet with his teeth, then sheathed himself and guided his cock into her tight body. “Hold kæft.”
Jesus.
Her head fell back on a moan, her hair tickling his thighs. “Thor.”
He let her set the pace, but it was pretty clear that she was used to doing this for the benefit of the bastards she’d dated and not for her own pleasure.
He gripped her hips, stopped her. “This isn’t a rodeo. Do what feels good to you. Use my cock for your fun.”
She looked surprised for a moment, then she began to experiment, rolling her hips, rubbing her pubic bone against his, canting her hips so that his cock stroked her inside where it felt best. He knew she’d figured it out when her eyes went wide and her nails bit into his chest.