God, he was bossy.
“God, you’re bossy,” I snapped.
He slid inside me and my neck arched.
Damn, but I loved the feel of him inside me.
“Cora, am I understood?”
“You’re understood,” I breathed.
His mouth came to mine and he whispered, “Good.”
Then he kissed me and started to move and for the next half an hour the only words I said were “yes”, “Tor”, “my prince”, “baby,” and “oh my God”.
* * *
Weak sun was touching the sky as my eyes drifted closed and sleep started to claim me.
“Sweets?” Tor called and my only answer was to press closer. He nevertheless heard my answer loud and clear and kept talking. “That cake was superb.”
My eyes opened and I saw the wall of his chest.
He’d made love to me then I’d gone to the kitchen, got a knife, cut a slice of cake and fed him with my fingers. Then I cut another one and he fed me. Then I licked his fingers clean. His eyes watched my mouth through every second of me doing it, they darkened in a way that was too sexy for words and when his fingers were clean, he made love to me again.
Now I’d had four orgasms, a piece of damn good cake (even if I did say so myself) and the man I loved was in my arms. And, according to my mother and finally paying attention, it appeared the man I loved was both devoted to me and adored me.
All was not right in my world but all was pretty freaking great in my now.
I slid my hand through the hair on his chest and replied quietly, “I’m glad you liked it.”
“‘Like’,” he muttered on a squeeze of the arms he held me with, “is not the word I’d choose.”
I didn’t think he was talking about just the cake.
I smiled against his chest and my eyes started to drift closed.
“Cora?” he called again.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, not opening my eyes.
“Who are you?” he whispered back.
“Your wife,” I answered sleepily and burrowed closer.
“Bloody right,” he muttered and I smiled again then drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The Only Hope We Have
The loud banging at the front door jolted both of us awake.
I blinked, rolled out of Tor’s strong arms and away from his warm body, feeling like I had an hour’s sleep (which, with a glance at the bedside clock, was close to the truth).
Tor had a different reaction.
He threw back the covers and growled, “By the gods, what the bloody hell now?”