The sight of Rune standing down there made her breath catch.
He looked pensive, like he carried some impossible, Atlas-worthy weight on his shoulders, and while part of me wondered what someone like him could possibly have to worry about, the other part instinctively wanted to soothe him.I ignored my flight reflex and forced myself to hold his gaze across the distance. He cocked his head to the side, like he was trying to decide if he knew me, and smiled softly.
Yep. The old sex drive is definitely working again.Damn it, he wasn’t just hot, he was beautiful.The door opened behind him and a goddess with long blond hair and longer legs floated onto the deck. He turned to her, his entire presence morphing into one word: cocky.
You ready? she asked. Even her voice was gorgeous.I turned away from the obvious couple and was saved by Hugo opening the door. Miss Baxter?
Leah, Mrs. Trenton is here. He held the door open, and I walked through, mentally kissing all this opulence—including the hot stranger—good-bye.
A middle-aged blond woman in a pencil skirt leaned over a folder of paperwork at my dining room table. The table, not yours. Don’t get used to this.Oh no? She leaned down to help me up. What did you picture?
Something more along the lines of this. I grasped her wrist and pulled her down instead, careful that she landed beside me.Her mouth formed that perfect little O, and I pounced. I kissed her, thrusting my tongue against hers and angling to kiss her deeper. She leaned into me instantly, and the twinge of pain I felt in my chest was nothing compared to the heaven of having her breasts pressed against me. Hell, kissing her was the perfect painkiller—all-consuming and addictive as any narcotic. But kissing her wasn’t enough.
I tugged on the bottom of her shirt, and she obliged, crossing her arms at the hem and pulling it over her head. My lips trailed across her collarbone and then her neck as my fingers traced her spine until I met the strap of her bra. I snapped my fingers over the closure, and it popped free.Josh. Are you sure we should be— She cut off her own words with a moan as my mouth closed over one perfect nipple. I flicked my tongue over the bud, and she arched, dropping her arms so her bra fell to her lap. I sucked, and her fingernails bit into my scalp.