about everything else. Forgot about dying and being scared and sick with worry.
She wanted him in her. Around her. Everywhere she could touch. Breathe.
Yet she still didn’t rush, didn’t angle her hips to allow him to slide home. It’d be so easy and perfect and not what she wanted tonight.
She kissed up his neck, nuzzled under his ear to catch his scent. His hands were on her hips, kneading her bottom without forcing her to increase her lazy torment.
She nipped his earlobe, traced her tongue around the shell. “I want you on top,” she whispered. His abrupt groan matched a quick jerk of his hips. She bit his lobe harder until he stilled, grunted and returned to her slow, teasing roll. Satisfied, she went on. “I want you over me. Taking me until I scream your name and gasp for mercy and come so hard I see stars.”
“Hell yes.” He gripped her thighs and spread them wider, opening her more to his continued rock. He rolled his hips, her wetness coating them both to ease his path.
She sucked in a breath, savored the slick slide of his head around her opening. She trembled with the need to be filled, her channel clenching and begging. “Only then can you come,” she added to see what he’d do and say.
His fingers dug into her thighs, his teeth closing on the tender juncture of her neck and shoulder. Oh my God. Hard but not hurting. Passion bolted from both points to enflame her chest and clamp around her stomach before pulsing in her sex.
Everything with him was so much better than she’d dreamed it could be. But then, she’d never let herself dream this far. It’d always been too dangerous. It still was, but it didn’t matter anymore.
She was on her back, Henrik looming over her before she could blink. His eyes were emerald chips gleaming in the faint light from the other room, large and predatory. So damn hot.
Her breaths rushed out in deep pulls, and still her head spun, air lacking. She didn’t care though. She yanked his head down, thrust her tongue into his mouth and took his air instead. This was life, primal and giving.
She clamped her legs around his hips and sought more. He kissed down her neck, dipped to take her nipples into his mouth, one then the other, sucking and biting until she cried out, desire racing south to fuel the emptiness that’d grown into an indefinable ache.
She clawed at his back, urged him on while holding him back. It was a vicious struggle of immediate gratification over building ecstasy. Dramatic and elusive and damn, she couldn’t think.
Didn’t want to think anymore.
Only feel.
“Now. Please,” she ordered, or was it begged? It didn’t matter. Her head rolled on the pillow, back arching when he lifted his head from her breast, the wet tip tingling and puckering more when the cooler air swept in to chill it.
Heat burned in Henrik’s eyes and his hair fell across his brow in a rakish dash enhanced by his bruised cheek. Wild and gorgeous.
“Love me, Henrik.” Was there more behind the words—her choice of them?
He didn’t question or contradict her though like he had when she’d told him to fuck her. He only nodded then lunged for the bedside drawer. It was on her lips to say she was on the pill, but she bit it off at the last second.
The idea of feeling him bare inside her, hot and open, was so tempting. It was another barrier she wanted gone but couldn’t have. That was too reckless and dangerous.
And a little too close to Aiden’s baby accusation.
He sat back to roll the protection on, his erection dark and thick in his hands. Saliva formed at the memory of it filling her mouth, his taste covering her tongue. Sitting over her like that, his strength displayed in his spread thighs and muscled chest, he appeared bigger than ever.
A tremble shook her limbs, a deep quake that bloomed from her chest to spread outward. An urge to mark his clean skin rose up to hook in her mind.
“No tattoos. Is there a reason?”
His lip curled in a weak half smile. “I hate needles.”
Her chuckle bubbled through the quiet. How incongruous and exactly like so many other parts of him. He could take a beating on the ice but not a little needle. “What about stitches?” She ran her fingers over the long scar under his ribs. The result of a check to the