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  “I—I’m not undressing in front of you,” she stammered as he started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his fly. Still, she kept watching her eyes glued to his crotch. Lord, the man was sexy as hell. She couldn’t keep herself from staring as his hands kept slowly slipping button after button from their confinement.

  His cock jumped out before he got to the last button and she covered her eyes.

  “Put that away! I don’t want to see that.” She fought the urge to peek out between her fingers for a better look. She’d covered her eyes before she was able to get a good look at it. She lowered her hands. Maybe if she opened her eyes just a bit... No! You are not going to open your eyes. He’s trying to seduce you, stupid. If you don’t look, you can’t be tempted.

  Boy was she wrong. The rustle of his jeans as he peeled them from his body was enough to make her scream. Her body was already creaming just from the knowledge that he stood naked only a few feet from her.

  She felt his breath on her neck as he lowered his head to sniff at her hair.

  “Have I ever told you that I love the way you smell?” He whispered in her ear.

  She whimpered softly has he blew gently on the curve of her throat, his warm breath stirring the hair on the nape of her neck—and her blood.

  Oh, she was in so much trouble. He wasn’t going to quit until his time was up or until she agreed to shower with him. And, of course, the shower would lead to other things...

  How could she feel this way about him so soon? She wasn’t some kind of nymphomaniac. She had morals and scruples...and apparently a healthy libido.

  Goose bumps rose on her skin when he circled around her. She squeezed her eyes shut determined to keep her hands and her heated looks to herself.

  The first kiss on her neck was her undoing or, maybe it was the second. By the time he’d reached around her from behind and cupped both of her breasts in his hands to caress her already hard nipples, she knew she was a total goner. She leaned back and moaned, loving everything he did to her.

  “You’re supposed to touch me.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t.”

  He moved back around her, stood in front of her for a moment before he brushed his hands up under her top and pushed it over her head.

  Her face blazed as she waited for him to tell her how small her breasts were.

  “You’re beautiful, Emma,” he breathed against her collarbone, his mouth trailing lower to capture her left nipple between his lips.

  Her legs gave out and he reached up to hold her to him. Her fingers tunneled through his hair as she gripped his head and pulled him tighter against her breast.

  Gods, she was such a goner!

  Chapter Nine

  Thor wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her perfectly shaped breasts. The dusky tips hardened under his stare. He sucked one into his mouth, then the other, laving, worshipping each one with his tongue before moving up to kiss her neck. He reveled in her unique scent.

  She squirmed in his arms when he brushed his hands down over her flat stomach to the flare of her hips. He squeezed her shapely ass and pulled her tight against him. His cock pressed against her lower abdomen and he almost groaned with the need for release.

  “Turn around,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to watch you in the mirror as I worship your body.”

  Holy Shit!

  How was he ever going to keep control of his raging lust? This woman could turn him on with a look, a touch, a soft sigh from those luscious lips. Surrounded by her sweet scent, with her softness pressed against him, he could barely think about anything besides burying his rock hard shaft into her tight, wet sheath.

  He reached around her, splaying his hand over her flat belly. The contrast of their skin amazed him. He didn’t tan well. Leaving his body to tan at the same rate a human male of his coloring left his body looking a bit pale and wan. Yet the soft, creamy skin of her stomach was still a few shades lighter than his.

  Reaching down, he unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper slid down easily with a whispered hiss.

  Her sharply indrawn breath when he pushed his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties gave him pause. He stilled his hand. His body demanding he continue to push through her soft nether curls to reach the treasure he knew he would find between her legs.

  “Do you want me to stop, love?” he whispered in her ear.

  He watched her reflection, noticing her eyes were still closed. The knowledge made him smile. The longer she kept them closed, the sharper her other senses would become. Namely that of touch.

  “Well?” he prompted. “Do you want me to stop?”

  He began to pull his fingers from under her panties. He refused to give up, but perhaps, she needed a bit more time.

  “N—No,” she whispered as her body began to tremble. “Don’t...don’t stop.”

  Her tongue slipped from her mouth to moisten her bottom lip. His cock jerked in response. He almost shook with the tremendous need to bury his hard prick inside that luscious mouth.

  Almost sighing with relief, he pushed his hand back under her panties, dipped his fingers through her slick folds and circled her clit.

  She reached up and grabbed his arms as her legs gave out.

  “Like that, do you?” he chuckled into her ear.

  Emma whimpered something incoherent and nodded.

  He watched her in the mirror, nearly awe-struck by her beauty. This woman didn’t need him. She was already a Goddess.

  “You’re so beautiful like this. I love that I can do this to you. You’re head is thrown back, pressed against my shoulder, making easy for me to do this,” he suckled her neck, nibbling his way up to her ear.

  She panted in his arms, her breaths coming in short gasps as his hands roved over her flesh.

  “Your full, wet lips are parted, giving me all sorts of ideas.”

  He thrust his tongue into her ear and she whimpered.

  “It humbles me to be the one who has made your eyes glaze over with need. Your body creams for mine, readying itself for our coupling. Do you feel it?”

  Her glazed eyes stared at the mirror, watching his hand as it moved under her panties. Her jeans slid down her hips to her knees. She stood in his arms panting with her desire as he talked and fondled her into a frenzy of lust.

  Her hips jerked, pressing her ass tighter against his cock. She moved her hips back and forth, her inexperienced body instinctively knowing exactly how their bodies fit together.

  He gritted his teeth, forcing his body under his control. He would not let his unruly shaft make demands her virginal body couldn’t handle. He refused to take the chance of hurting his passionate Goddess.

  She turned her head, brushing her lips against his. Thrusting his tongue against hers, he coaxed her to do the same. He suckled the soft wet velvet as it brushed against the inside of his mouth. Their tongues danced, mated as he took her over the edge of her first climax and he swallowed her inarticulate cry of ecstasy.

  * * * *

  Emma was lost. The sensations he introduced her to, were unlike anything she could ever have imagined. The brush of his lips against her skin, his fingers buried between her legs nearly overwhelmed her. Yet the physical stimulation hadn’t been enough for him.

  “In the shower, Emma. Now. I want to see all this glorious skin covered with nothing but soap suds and my hands.”

  He had to start talking. Why did that seem so sexy to her? Her resistance was gone. She couldn’t wait to peel off the rest of her clothes and shower with him. When he led her into the shower, she took control.

  Soaping her hands, she washed every inch of his hard body. Her hands slid easily over his quivering pectorals. They jumped and twitched when she paid special attention to the cleanliness of his nipples. She ran her tongue over each one after rinsing the soap from his skin. Nervous, she kept watch on his expression. He seemed to like it and as long as he didn’t stop her, she was going to let her fingers do some walking.

 
She soaped her hands again and squeezed behind him, lathering his back. She drew soapy designs over the ropey muscles of his back and then paid special attention to his rear. Her hands trailed down over his tight rear, loving the feel of the firm flesh beneath her fingers.

  Reaching around him, she lathered the hard, uneven expanse of his washboard stomach. Before she could chicken out, she lowered her hands a bit more and took his hard length into her hands.

  He sucked his breath in with a hiss and she paused. When he didn’t tell her to stop, she stroked her fingers down over his length. He began to shake and she smiled. Resting her head against his back, she stroked his shaft until his hips began to jerk and he covered her hands with his.

  “Enough. You’ll make me embarrass myself.”

  She let go, unsure of what he meant.

  “My turn,” he said turning around.

  He stared down at her with a gleam in his eyes that made her nervous. She licked her lips and cast her gaze toward their feet.

  Big mistake.

  She felt her eyes widen when she got her first glimpse of his erection. She knew it felt big, but she never thought it was huge!

  “You’re going to put that where?” she asked with a squeak.

  “Sh...”

  He kissed her softly, his tongue dueling with hers as she clung to him with the hope that her legs wouldn’t give out.

  The man knew how to kiss, that was for sure.

  He pulled his lips from hers and lathered her body. Massaging her shoulders and neck, he relaxed her even more than the hot spray already had. He paid special attention to her breasts, the crease of her hip and between her legs.

  When his mouth covered her breast and his fingers sank into the creamy flesh between her legs, she grabbed his biceps in an effort to stay on her feet.

  Too soon, he straightened and gently pushed her beneath the warm spray to wet her hair. He lathered her tresses, thoroughly washing and massaging her scalp. He lathered his own when he set her beneath the spray to rinse the shampoo from her hair.

  She turned the water off and stepped from the shower. Grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself until he held out his hand, his eyebrow raised.

  Her face blazed as she handed him the towel. She still wasn’t used to his heated gaze traveling over her body and somehow, now that they were out of the shower, she was embarrassed where she hadn’t been before.

  Perhaps because she’d had time to think and come to her senses when he rinsed the soap from his hair.

  Even though her body still hummed with desire, she began to have doubts. Should she listen to her heart and have this one night? She could have this one night with him where she could repay him for risking his life. That’s all it was. He most likely figured he deserved this and all of his pretty words were only designed to turn her on and make it easier for him.

  Pain stabbed through her chest at the realization. No. She refused to care for him, refused to become involved. She would have this night or maybe another in payment for the injuries he received while saving the tractors. It was the least she could do.

  Gritting her teeth, she tipped her chin up and stared into his eyes. People did this sort of thing all of the time. She could do it. It didn’t make her easy, or slutty, it made her practical. He was here, she was here and they were slaking a mutual desire. And if it hurt, just a bit, to think of this night in such a callous way, it was her problem. She wouldn’t want him to expect anything more from her than tonight, anyway. Right?

  She let him dry her off, holding his shoulders as he lifted each leg to dry her feet. He was gentle, she had to give him that. She only hoped he would be as gentle when it came time for the actual act. He was a big man—all over—and to be honest, the size of his penis scared the crap out of her.

  Chapter Ten

  “Um...I don’t think I can go through with this,” she said, still staring at the size of his massive erection.

  She didn’t either. She didn’t want to seem like a tease, but how was she supposed to know the man was packing a baseball bat between his legs? Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was still huge.

  He kissed her again, chasing away a bit of her reticence. He could kiss the socks off an Eskimo that was for sure. Still, she responded against her better judgment. What could she do? The man was hot with a capital “H” and he knew exactly where to put his hands to keep her breathless and wanting.

  He thrust his fingers through her hair, tugging slightly on the strands. The sensation was different, a little rough but not really painful. Her body responded with enthusiasm when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his solid form. The press of his hard body against hers, his heat and his musky scent nearly drove her wild.

  Warmth pooled in her middle and her stomach did flops as she realized that soon, she would be in her bed with this man, letting him pleasure her. She inwardly cringed when she realized she would most likely beg him to pleasure her. She could only hope that she would do the same for him as well.

  Her flesh tingled as goose bumps rose on her skin wherever he touched her with his warm calloused hands. His touch alone was almost enough to send her over the edge. Bending, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

  His hair hung around his shoulders in wet ropes, the moisture slowly dripped from the ends and onto her breasts. Tracks of water slid down his muscled chest and she longed to sensuously lap them from his body with her tongue. He didn’t need a towel, she would be happy to lick every drop that ran down his perfect form.

  Laying her down in the middle of the bed, he held her gaze with his as he climbed in next to her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he expected what he was about to say to be painful.

  Starting at her knee, he ran his hand along the smooth skin of her thigh to her hip and cleared his throat.

  “Do you want this, love?”

  It didn’t take long for her to make up her mind. The man was a god. His hard body was nothing short of pure male perfection. She nodded.

  “Yes, I do.”

  He would be gentle with her. She could see it in his eyes. Thor didn’t strike her as the type of man to take his pleasure, grunting and heaving over his partner to leave them still needing a release. No. He had the appearance of a slow, careful lover who would be certain of his lover’s gratification before indulging his own.

  He closed his eyes at her reply, almost as if he were saying a prayer, or thanking his God. Whatever it was, it didn’t take long and soon his sapphire eyes stared at her with an intensity that she almost couldn’t fathom.

  What drove a man like him to wander the world working for little and owning even less? His reasons weren’t really important now, but the questions still nagged at her. She was about to take a giant step with this man and she knew next to nothing about him.

  She licked her lips and watched his eyes darken to near cobalt. The intensity of his gaze sharpened and she swallowed thickly, wondering what it would be like to live with a man like this forever, to bear his children.

  She groaned into his mouth when he wrapped his arms around her. His tongue rasped against hers and their tongues danced and parried with one another. He pulled her closer, their bare skin slipping and sliding together as they held each other close.

  He pulled away to look into her eyes and her mouth went dry. Cupping her chin in his hands, he kissed her oh, so gently before dropping his head to her breast. He suckled her nipple for a few moments before moving lower to tongue her belly button.

  “You are mine,” he growled against her skin. “Tonight, you will become a woman. My woman.”

  She knew he didn’t really mean that. It was just a ploy to make her feel better about succumbing to him, but she didn’t care. She was past caring as the desire she felt flowed through her veins. She knew an intrinsic part of her would never be the same again.

  She stiffened when he moved to lie between her thighs. Her face burned with a combination of lust and
mortification as he dipped his head to her needy flesh. His tongue lapped against her nether lips and she groaned, needing more.

  She buried her fingers in his hair, a silent invitation, a fervent plea. Slowly, his warm velvet tongue dipped into the slick folds and stroked a part of her that she never new could bring her such intense pleasure. Lightning bolts shot through her blood as he suckled the little bud into his mouth. The erotic pull nearly drove her mad. Her head tossed on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in her body tightened, reaching for some elusive...thing.

  He brought her to a fevered pitch, his mouth working on her flesh until she couldn’t bear the pleasure. It was too much, this...thing she sensed was just out of reach. If only she could...

  “Oh, my God, Thor!” she keened as her climax overtook her. The pleasure-pain finally pooled in that one spot between her legs and she screamed out her pleasure as he eased one thick finger into her tight channel. The strange discomfort changed to the ultimate pleasure in the blink of an eye and she howled out another release as he continued to suckle that small bundle of nerves.

  Finally, when she lay on the bed panting, he crawled back up her inert form, kissing his way up her spent body. He pushed her thighs apart, kneeling between them. She didn’t know what to do, to think. Her whole world had just been turned upside down and there was still so much she didn’t know. How much more could she take? How much longer would he draw this out?

  Would he never show her what it’s like to be a real woman?

  * * * *

  Thor reveled in the fact that she’d called his name during her climax. As he crawled up her body, he lapped at her skin, nipping the sensitive undersides of her breast, and suckling away the slight ache.

  Raised on his arms, he stared down into her lovely violet eyes. Her damp silver hair spread around her like a halo and at that moment he would be happy just to stare at her forever. He loved looking at her. The way the shadows caressed her body, the way the flickering light from the candle she lit danced over her pale skin. She was beauty personified. His gaze was drawn to her chest. Each breath she drew, each soft sigh raised and lowered the creamy mounds for his inspection.