There was an electric sizzle when our hands touched. And that was just our palms. Our fingers. What would it be like when he put tab A in slot B? If he could get me to come from one word, I’d probably pass out from his cock deep in my pussy.
He led me into his bathing room, stopped me directly in front of the shower. Bathing tube. Whatever.
“If I kiss you, I won’t stop. I’ll press you up against the wall and fuck you until you scream my name,” he admitted.
Yeah, that was probably true, and I’d totally let him.
“So no kissing.” He paused, eyed me. “Yet. I’m sure you want to wash off the feel of the police station.”
I nodded. Thoughtful, too? I was totally fucked.
Well, soon, I hoped.
He reached past me so his chest brushed my shoulder and he pushed a button on the wall. The shower turned on behind me. He didn’t move away. I breathed in his scent, male and dark and screaming of sex.
Everything about him screamed sex.
I swallowed hard and slipped past him. He was using restraint. I would need to as well, at least until after I felt clean again.
I started to unbutton the front of my uniform, glanced at Thor. His gaze was on my fingers, but raised to mine when I stopped. He turned to face me and the shower tube, crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m going to watch.”
If I got in the shower, I couldn’t get much wetter. Oh. My. God.
Even in a serviceable maid uniform, he wanted me. I toed off one shoe, then the other. I lifted the shirt up and over my head, let it fall to the floor. My hair slid long over my bare back and I felt exposed. But the way he dropped his arms to his sides, his hands curling into fists as if he were trying not to reach out and touch me, I felt… powerful.
And I knew he’d never seen sexy lingerie like I was wearing. It wasn’t as if I’d had time—or Aleran money—to go find a store that sold sexy underthings. No, in my free time in the Jax household, I’d played with the S-Gen machine in my room and gotten it to spit out some fancy, totally sexy bra and panty sets. What else was I going to do? Read? Watch the screen with images of Trinity wearing fancy ball gowns and having fun at the palace while I mopped floors and skulked around in a maid uniform?
Ummm, no.
“What the fuck is that?” Thor asked, stepping closer, his gaze squarely on the swells of my boobs. I had on a black push-up bra made of shiny satin cups, with accent ribbons on either side of my breasts that went up to the strap, leaving sections of my curves bare. The nipples were covered, but the thin material did nothing to hide how hard they were. The underwires—that had taken a little time to program successfully—lifted the girls up so they looked more C cup than B.
I glanced down at my chest, smiled. Hot lingerie for the win. I playfully ran my hand along the ribbons and Thor groaned. “This?” I asked.
“Holy fuck,” he growled.
I worked off my pants, let them fall to the floor, let him see the matching bottoms—which didn’t cover my bottom at all. It was a satin thong with ribbons in the back that went from the center string out to the waistband in a way that matched the bra.
I didn’t have time to blink before he slapped the button to turn off the water and then tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me out of the bathing room. I smacked Thor’s back playfully, and felt all the tense, hard muscles.
“Thor!” I cried and grinned, although he couldn’t see it. I watched as his butt muscles flexed and moved as he did. It had to be the Ardor that wanted me to take a bite out of one taut cheek.
“I am only so strong, mate.” He dropped me on his bed and I bounced, but then he pounced.
He caged me in with his body and I looked up into his eyes. A gorgeous blue flecked with gray, the color reminding me of my favorite pair of jeans. His skin was darker than mine, as if he’d spent the summer outside. His nose was long, regal even. His jaw was square and rigid—I assumed from his unrequited need—and could cut diamonds. His hair fell over his forehead and I wanted to reach up and brush it back, but he had my wrists pinned beside my head.
“I can’t wait any longer to make you mine,” he said.
I may have taunted him with the lingerie, but I was teasing myself, too. Why was I stalling, waiting a second longer?
“Yes,” I breathed, and that was all it took for him to lower his head and kiss me.
His hands roved over me, warm and gentle, yet with a fervency I felt myself.
He was wearing too many clothes. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I worked it up. He lifted his head long enough to pull it over his head and we both groaned at the contact of skin on skin.
“Please,” I begged, my leg bending so I could slide it along his. My hands went to the opening of his pants.