She tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband so she could get her hands under the fabric. After months apart, she was desperate for the feel of his skin against hers.
Tor, on the other hand, seemed intent on relearning every inch of her body intimately.
Slowly and methodically.
Undressing them both a little bit at a time, as if teasing himself with what was coming next.
Blythe certainly felt tortured…with pleasure.
He touched, tasted, and teased her into a shivering mass of sexual need.
Only then did he make love to her, bringing them both to climax in too little time. She cried out her pleasure, even as her body insisted on seeking more and more and more.
It was her turn to use her lips and hands on his body, to bring him back to full erection. She grasped is oversized sex in both hands and put her mouth over the tip, tasting him.
He shouted, his big body jolting.
Blythe lost herself in giving Tor pleasure, but he refused to come without her.
"You're too self-controlled," she complained, even as she allowed herself to be moved into position for him to return the pleasure with his mouth on her.
His laughter had a dark, sexy quality to it before he set about bringing her to a climax, only to slow and lighten his touch until she was ready to climb to the summit of pleasure again.
Then he was surging up her body to thrust inside her and once again take them on a rid of ecstasy she knew she would never know the like of with another man.
They showered together and then returned to snuggle in her bed.
"This is dangerous," she said with a yawn as she curled into his big, muscular body.
Tor wrapped his arms around her. "I will leave before there is a chance anyone will see me."
"You can never be sure."
"I can."
"Your confidence knows no bounds."
"My confidence is entirely justified."
"Arrogant," she slurred in exhaustion.
Waking up alone should have made Blythe feel nothing but relief. Tor had left before his presence in her bed could be detected.
Only she felt let down.
And lonely.
She hugged the pillow that still carried his scent if not his warmth, inhaling the spicy masculine fragrance that she only ever associated with Tor.
Inevitable, if wholly unwelcome realization washed over Blythe.
Their friends with benefits deal was so much more than that her, but she could never admit it to him, or anyone else.
She might never be able to give voice to her feelings, but it was time she stopped lying to herself and acknowledged she was irrevocably, head over heels in love with the youngest Prince of the House of Asgersen.