the liquid down like it was a bottle of water. His Adam’s apple worked with each swallow, and a droplet of sweat dripped from his chin down his exposed throat.
My heart started to pound.
Slow, thudding beats that made the sexual need in my veins start pumping throughout my body.
My eyelids drooped, and I swallowed thickly.
I was drunk.
There was no other logical explanation for the way my brain wasn’t filtering the things that were coming out of my mouth.
Because the next thing I knew, words started pouring out of my mouth.
“God, I want you,” I blurted.
He let the bottle release from his mouth.
He licked a stray droplet of Jack that was on his lips, and I launched myself at him.
I swear, if I hadn’t had so much Jack, I would’ve never done this. I wasn’t this girl. I’ve only had sex with three men, and each of those men were of my choosing. I was on top. I was in control. And I left afterwards.
I had a feeling Loki wouldn’t let me do any of those things, especially have control.
I really could care less, though.
I wanted the man.
I’d been lusting after him for four months now, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oomph,” he said, as my body barreled into his.
My momentum pushed him backwards until his back was resting against the wood of the porch, and my legs straddled his hips.
His hand went into my hair and yanked me down to his lips.
I moaned, opening my mouth to his seeking tongue, which swept inside when I gave him his opening.
His tongue ran along my own, coaxing it, urging me on.
I obliged, sucking his tongue, curling my own around his and pulling on it like I would the head of his cock, causing him to groan.
The hands on my hair got tighter, and suddenly I found myself on my back with his hips wedged in between my own.
Something hard poked me in the thigh, bringing my attention from the need to the feeling of pain.
“Your gun,” I said in between kisses. “It’s poking me in the thigh. It hurts.”
He laughed darkly against my lips. “Oh, honey. That’s not my gun.”
Then I was up and over his shoulder, and he was pushing his way through my front door.
“Which way to your room?” He growled.
He already knew the answer to that, obviously, but he was being polite all the same.
My head turned and I saw the back of my brother’s head with his headphones covering his head. “Back of the house. Very back bedroom.”
He was already headed in the direction; the house was small, so it was only a few more short steps and he was in my room with me.
Instead of tossing me down on the bed like I’d expected, he hunched his shoulders, allowing my body to slide sensually against his.
I came to a stop when I was face to face with him.
His hands were cupping my ass, holding me off the ground just by his upper body strength alone, and it was revving my engine big time.
What kind of strength did it take to hold a girl off the ground by at least four inches?
I wasn’t a small girl, either.
I enjoyed my Little Debbie’s and donuts too much.
Sure, I ran; but that was no substitute for eating right, and I sure as hell didn’t.
I was allergic to every vegetable besides potatoes; okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a tad, but I sure as hell didn’t like them.
And here he was, holding my one hundred and fifty pounds off the floor like it weighed little less than a sack of grain.
His eyes were filled with lust and excitement, but in the depths of those pale baby blues was concern and wariness. He was scared of what my reaction to him would be.
I was giving all the ‘fuck me’ signals right now, and he was afraid that if he pushed, I would freak. However, he couldn’t be more wrong.
I wanted him more than I wanted my next cup of coffee. More than I wanted the chocolate fudge cookies sitting on my kitchen counter.
More than I didn’t want him and that was saying something.
Cops, as a whole, were a no-no for me, but my mind, as I said, wasn’t working right
Dani Kollin, Eytan Kollin