Hard Line - Pamela Clare Page 0,43

ache for the next thrust.

Little by little, he picked up the rhythm, his eyes drifting shut, his jaw tensing, muscles shifting beneath her palms. “You feel … so good.”

How did he do that? How did he make her feel desired and beautiful with just a few words, a look, a kiss?

“Thor.” She moaned his name, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Faster. Harder.

She was losing herself again, losing herself in him, in the feel of him moving inside her—the hot glide, the sweet stretch, the deep, piercing fullness.

In her mind, she saw his cock pounding into her. The thought drew her gaze downward to where their bodies joined, those amazing abs contracting as he drove himself into her. A jolt of white-hot lust shot through her, the sight primal, erotic, hot.

He shifted, changing the angle of his hips so that his cock grazed her clit on the next thrust.

The sensation made her gasp—and moan. “Oh!”

The hint of a smile played on his lips as he watched her, his blue eyes dark. Sweat beaded on his chest, his hips keeping a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving her higher, pleasure winding tighter inside her. And then she was there, hovering on the iridescent edge of another climax.

Sexual need stripped her of control, left her moaning and whispering words that made no sense. “Ooh. Thor! I want … Oh! Yes. I need…”

“Come for me, skat.”

As if she had a choice.

Samantha shattered, orgasm burning through her like molten honey, scorching and sweet. Thor caught her cry with his mouth, driving her climax home with deep, hard thrusts. When her peak had passed, he shifted his hips again and let himself go, moaning against her throat as he, at last, joined her in paradise.

Breathing hard, Thor sank against Samantha, his heart hammering, his mind empty, his body floating somewhere between heaven and earth. For a time, he lay there, still inside her, orgasm fading into languid stillness. Bit by bit, his awareness returned.

Soft skin against skin. The silk of her hair. Her scent. The thrum of her heartbeat against his chest. The taste of her on his tongue.

He had the presence of mind to pull out before the condom slipped off. He tossed it, wiped off with a tissue.

“The beds here are tiny.” Her voice was husky, sleepy.

“Come here.” He shifted onto his side so that her head was pillowed on his bicep, her legs tucked between his. “Is that better?”

“Mmm.” She snuggled against him. “What does skat mean in Danish?”

Had he called her skat? That ought to worry him, but strangely it didn’t. “It means something like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart.’”

“I like that.” She laughed. “In English, scat is a term for animal poop.”

“That’s definitely not what I meant.” He kissed her, trailed his fingers up the silky skin of her back, and found himself smiling.

One… two… threeee.

Yeah, she’d lost count pretty quickly.

“What is it? Why are you smiling?”

“For someone who doesn’t care for oral sex, you seemed to enjoy it.”

“That’s only because you’re so good.”

“Yeah?” He wouldn’t lie. That didn’t hurt his ego at all.

“I’ve never come that way before. I’ve never come twice, either.”

Thor found that hard to comprehend. She was as responsive as any woman he’d known—more responsive than some. “I think you need to stop sleeping with jerks.”

She arched her head, looked up at him, and laughed, the sound putting a hitch in his chest. “I gave up men a few years ago.”

“You gave up men? Last time I looked, I was a man.”

“Yes, you are.” She ran her palm over his bicep. “I mean, I quit dating. I gave up trying to meet someone.”

Something told Thor this was about more than mediocre sex. It wasn’t like him to want to hear about the previous lovers of the women in his bed, but this time he was curious. “What happened?”

“My first boyfriend was a guy named Scott. We met in chem lab my freshman year and started going out. He was the first guy I slept with.”

Thor hated him already.

“One night afterward, he sat up in my bed and said he’d never really found me attractive. He said he liked curvy women who did feminine things. Then he got dressed and left, and that was it. I cried for a week.”

Now Thor really hated him. “What an asshole.”

“He wasn’t the first person to say something like that. I heard it all the time in high school from boys and girls. ‘Sam is flat-chested. She’s a nerd. She thinks she’s so smart. We