Hard Line - Pamela Clare Page 0,41

behind his neck, drawing him down. He gave her what she wanted, his need for her rising as she grew bolder. Then he realized she was standing on tiptoe.

To hell with this.

He broke the kiss, scooped her into his arms, and carried her all of two feet to her bed, sitting her down on the edge. He had to ask. “Are you sure you want this?”

She looked up at him, pupils dilated, her lips wet and swollen. “God, yes.”

He wanted to strip off that shapeless bathrobe and whatever she had on under it and get down to sweet skin, but he remembered that she felt self-conscious about her body. Maybe if he got naked first, she’d feel more at ease.

He drew his T-shirt over his head, dropped it, watched longing spread on her face as her gaze raked over him. Yeah, she liked what she saw and—no lie—it turned him on even more, his cock threatening to split his zipper now.

He took her hand, pressed it against his chest, held it there, offering himself to her. “You can touch me however you want.”

She sucked in a breath, her other hand joining the first as she ran her palms over his pecs, down his ribcage, over his abs, and back to his pecs, her thumbs running over his nipples, her touch like fire. “I’ve never met a man like you.”

He pulled the condoms out of his pocket and set them on her headboard. Then he yanked down his zipper, kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his clothes. Then he stood there before her, naked, his cock fully erect.

Her gaze went right where he knew it would, right where it had been the night he’d gone streaking on the ice.

But this time she reached out, took him in hand, stroked his length with cool fingers, her touch making his cock jerk. “Show me what you like.”

He covered her hand with his, stilled it. “I’d rather learn about you.”

Her gaze snapped to his, a hint of nervousness there. “I’m not special.”

“Who put that idea in your head?” Thor wanted to punch the guy.

“Well, I…”

Thor pushed her robe over her shoulders, let it fall to the bed. “Åh, skat.”

Oh, sweetheart.

She was naked, nothing beneath the robe but silky skin. Her body was delicate, her breasts small but perfect, their pink tips puckered and tight, a thatch of dark blond curls between her thighs.

“You’re beautiful, Samantha.”

She started to shake her head, pink rising into her cheeks, but he caught her chin.

He looked straight into her eyes. “You’re beautiful. I mean that. Do you think I’d be standing here, naked, with my cock about to explode, if I didn’t truly want you?”

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Samantha looked into Thor’s eyes, his words, and the intensity of his gaze, making her heart thrum. She didn’t know how to answer his question. But that didn’t matter, because, in the next instant, he kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry against hers.

Oh. My. God.

No man had ever kissed her the way he did, a wild combination of fierce and gentle, his lips, teeth, and tongue assailing her senses. The thrill of it threw her off balance, left her breathless, turned her body to liquid. She forgot the nightmare of the past week, her world shrinking until it held only him—the clean scent of his skin, the heat of his body against hers, the minty taste of his tongue.

Thor pressed her back onto her bed and stretched himself out above her, supporting his weight with muscular arms, his lips never leaving hers, his erection brushing her bare belly as he settled between her thighs. She slid her hands up his body, turned on by the feel of him—soft skin, shifting muscles, the rasp of his chest hair.

He dragged his mouth from hers, sat back on his heels, his brow furrowing as his gaze slid over her, his cock jutting upward, his chest rising and falling as if he were as out of breath as she was. He cupped a breast, caressed her nipple. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She might have objected out of habit, but something about the way he said it, something on his face, convinced her that he meant it.

He caught her wrists with his hands, pinned them above her head, his fingers threading with hers. Then he lowered his lips to the nipple he’d just caressed, moaning as he sucked it into the heat of his mouth.

“Oh!” The sensation shot straight to her belly.

But he was just getting started.

He moved from