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  She took his breath away. He paused, holding himself over her until he could catch his breath. So he could breathe. The very sight of her was enough to make a man want her for his own. He wet his dry lips. How could just the sight of this woman cause his mouth to go dry and his heart to race? He didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he knew was that she would be his.

  Balancing over her on one hand, he reached down between them to fondle his ever-hardening shaft. He stroked it as he imagined her yielding body beneath his and plunging into her soft, wet folds. He took a deep breath. He had to regain some semblance of control or he would ravish her here on the spot. Determined to be gentle with her, he lowered himself between her spread thighs.

  Breathing deep, he struggled to hold on to what little control he had. His lungs labored for huge gulps of air as he positioned himself at the entrance to her virginal channel. He leaned down to lap at her nipple, knowing there wasn’t an inch of her that he hadn’t already kissed and caressed. Her body was his temple and he planned to worship and be worshipped daily.

  He refused to just thrust into her like some mindless animal. He moved forward slowly, gritting his teeth as he pushed the head of his cock into the opening of her tight sheath. Her cream covered his shaft as he pushed through her tight folds.

  His breath hissed out between his teeth as his cock felt like it was being bent in half by her too tight channel. Soon he reached the barrier that proclaimed her still untouched and stopped. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself over her, his shaft half buried in her clasping hole.

  “Tell me you’re sure. Tell me you want this. That you want me.” His entire body trembled with the need to sink his flesh into hers. Still he waited for her confirmation.

  She looked up into his eyes, her own filled with trust. The sight nearly unmanned him. She had no reason to trust him this way, especially after he’d failed her so miserably.

  “I want this, Thor, more than you know.”

  She reached up to caress his face. Turning his head, he kissed her palm and then smiled down into her eyes. He wanted this woman forever. He wanted to hold her to him, reveling in her scent, the feel of her body pressed against his and the soft wetness of her woman’s heat.

  “You’re sure?”

  “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

  He thrust his rock hard flesh through her virgin’s barrier and groaned. He held himself still, waiting for her inner flesh to stretch and accommodate his size. It was the most challenging thing he’d ever done. How could he hold so still when everything in him wanted nothing more than to plunge his hard cock into her woman’s flesh over and over?

  She gasped, and when he would have withdrawn she wrapped her legs around him, locking him deep inside her.

  He took a deep breath, hoping he would have the power to maintain his control when everything within him told him to claim her as his in every way possible. To ram his hardened shaft into her slick softness until he would never find his way out.

  Her channel clasped him like tight, wet velvet. Gritting his teeth, he slowly withdrew and then plunged deeper into her channel. His balls ached as they slapped against her rear. He’d never been so content, felt so alive before now. Somehow, this woman made him feel as though he had come home. There was nowhere on this earth he would rather be than buried balls deep in her clasping flesh.

  He withdrew again, slowly moving from her flesh, unsure if he was being careful for him or for her at this point. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself by shooting his load off too soon like an untried youth. It wouldn’t do either of them any good. This was his one chance to prove to her that the physical act of love could be enjoyable for both parties and he refused to blow it.

  She whimpered when he withdrew again. “Please, Thor. I—”

  He leaned down to kiss her lips, his tongue caressing hers as he eased back into her.

  “Please, what?”

  “I need...” She paused, her expression clearly stating that she didn’t know what she needed.

  “I need...more.”

  Chapter Eleven

  She whimpered when he withdrew again. Would this strange pressure never cease? Now that she knew what to expect, she couldn’t wait to see what was next. He leaned down and lazily lapped at her nipple. The cool air hardened the dusky tip and she groaned.

  “Please, Thor, I—”

  “Please what?” he asked, moving up to kiss her lips, his tongue caressed hers as he eased is hardness back into her. His mouth moved back down her throat, to her breasts. He suckled each hardened peak in turn, gently using his teeth to heighten the sensation.

  “I need...” she paused, confused, unsure of what it was she needed to make the pressure build into another orgasm. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head to hers. “I need...more.”

  He groaned as she tentatively thrust her tongue into his mouth. The sound gave her a semblance of confidence. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Tightening her hands into fists, she grabbed his hair, holding him to her with determination. She needed this. She needed him.

  His body trembled as he continued to gently thrust into her. She squeezed her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He groaned again and finally gave in to her request. Raising himself up on his knees, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. The action tilted her hips up a bit more, giving him better access to thrust into her.

  She gasped when his hard cock drove into her harder and he rotated his hips. The movement caused his shaft to rub a spot inside her that nearly made her scream. The musky scent of their lovemaking, the sensations and the intense pleasure was almost too much to bear.

  He grasped her behind the knees and pushed her legs forward. The position opened her up to his long slow thrusts. The stretching sensation, a pleasure that bordered on pain, kept her so near the edge of another climax all she could manage to do was continue to scream his name.

  She threw her head back onto the pillow and reached up to squeeze his arms. His large biceps flexed under her fingers. He groaned above her and then leaned down to take first one, then her other nipple into his mouth.

  “I’m going to cum soon, Emma. I want to take you with me when I do,” he panted above her. “Reach for it, baby,” he coaxed. “Cum again for me.”

  The pressure kept building. A strange burning began deep inside and heat spread throughout her body. The heat and tingling grew and flared out from her middle. She was going to cum again. She felt it.

  Emma looked up at him. His sapphire eyes gleamed down at her, the flickering candlelight reflected in his expressive eyes.

  A cool breeze wafted in the open window hampered by the drawn drapes. The air, cool and inviting, was just one more sensual assault on her senses. Her nipples puckered, drawing tighter. The turgid peaks tightened until the little buds were diamond hard.

  She stared at up at him, mesmerized. His strong jaw, perfect nose and sensual smile made her heart thump in her chest. She couldn’t look away.

  He smiled down at her. His every movement, every one of his measured thrusts was designed to take her closer to the edge. His body moved above hers with a practiced expertise she tried not to think about.

  “You’re so hot, Emma, so wet, so tight. I’m getting close. You make me see stars, love.”

  The sound of his voice was sexy—too sexy and seductive to resist. The slight, unrecognizable accent turned her on. She wanted to hear him talk more often, to tell her stories. She wanted him to tell her children stories with that peculiar accent.

  The thought scared her. She shouldn’t be thinking of him in that manner. Men like him were free spirits. He wouldn’t thank her for tying him down. In fact, he would come to hate her for it. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t do that to him. She watched him through her lashes, trying not to cry. How would she ever be able to let him go?

  When he picked up the tempo, all thinking was a thing of the past. Their bodies came
together forcefully. Over and over, his member drove into her harder and harder. The heat surrounded her. It consumed her. The friction from their joined bodies built to a fiery conflagration of mutual desire, lust and need.

  A hoarse moan escaped his throat as she dug her fingers into his back. Her legs quivered, her thighs clenched. Sweat beaded up on her skin, giving it a warm sheen.

  “I’m cumming. Oh, my God, Thor!”

  He threw his head back and growled her name, joining her in mutual pleasure. Hot, thick jets of semen bathed her insides. The warm wash of the sticky fluid splashed against her womb, warming her from the inside out.

  Still, he drove into her. He expertly flexed his hips as he groaned loud and long through his orgasm.

  A brief worry about birth control flickered through her mind. She dismissed it easily when she realized that she didn’t care if he made her pregnant. If she had his child, it would only mean she wouldn’t be alone after Alex was gone and Thor left.

  Content, she held him to her when he would have rolled to the side. She hoped he didn’t mind. She wanted—no—needed this closeness now. He gave in, collapsing on top of her and pinned her to the bed.

  She wasn’t uncomfortable in the least. The warmth of his body seeped slowly into hers. It relaxed her, even as his weight crushed her to the firm mattress.

  Comfortable, she stayed beneath him, content to have their legs tangled together as she stroked the sweat-dampened hair from his face.

  After a moment, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He stared down at her, his own eyes seemed tortured, lost.

  “I need you again, love,” he whispered against her lips.

  He began to rock over her again. His shaft grew impossibly larger with each gentle thrust. She reveled in the heat of his body pressed against hers as the pressure and heat began anew

  “I know that you were an innocent, you can’t possibly be ready for this...” he bent to lap at her breast. “But I can’t seem to help myself.”

  He kissed her gently, almost reverently.

  “When I look at you, touch you, even smell your unique scent, I lose all control. All reason escapes me until the only thing I can think about is burying my cock in your slick, silky softness.”

  Emma moaned, wrapped her arms around his head as he bent to suckle her breasts once again. There was some line, some connection between the sensitized tips of her breasts and her womb. Every time he closed his lips over her breasts and suckled, it sent a burning, tingling sensation through her body, straight to her weeping pussy.

  Her world was filled with nothing but the sensual delight of his warm lips upon her quivering flesh. How could she go from a complete innocent to this wanton woman who would do almost anything to be with this man?

  Before, their lovemaking had been fast and furious. But, now he was slow and gentle. She keened his name again as another orgasm overtook her. Her body shook and trembled with renewed need as he continued to slide his thick shaft into her slick channel. She loved the knowledge that her body’s cream covered his large member as he rocked above her.

  The very gentleness the two of them shunned before, in their haste to taste each other and slake their lust earlier, now drove them both quickly over the edge of ecstasy.

  Emma drifted on a cloud of relaxation, barely clinging to consciousness. She reveled in the knowledge that for now, at least, she wasn’t alone. There was comfort in the knowledge that she had someone to hold, to cling to, even if it was only for a little while.

  What happened now was uppermost in her mind. She refused to think about the future. Tomorrow would come soon enough, carrying with it the reality of her life. The knowledge weighed heavily on her mind. The routine visit to the hospital that she’d mentioned to Thor was not routine at all. Tomorrow she would force herself to walk into her brother’s sterile room and tell him goodbye.

  It was about time that she faced the facts. Her baby brother, the only person left in this world who gave a damn about her, was dying. Hell, according to everything the medical professionals had said, he was dead already. It was time she came to terms with the fact that her brother was never coming home.

  She stayed in the bed beside Thor, soaking up his warmth. Her body had suddenly gone cold at the realization that it was late and it was already tomorrow. In only a few hours she would finally tell the doctors to take her precious brother off life-support.

  She rolled over and watched Thor as he slept. Golden lashes rested on his cheeks, his red-gold brows slashed over his eyes and she smiled, remembered the expressiveness of those two slashes. His tendency to give her a sexy look, with one raised brow, made her smile.

  Her fingers itched to touch his perfect face, to smooth over the fine lines she knew were caused by laughter. The man had a wonderful sense of humor. He was a hard worker, a knowledgeable farmer and a breathtaking companion. It was hard to believe some smart woman hadn’t snatched him up before now.

  She frowned at the thought. Perhaps his freedom had made him the man he was today. Would she be the one to change all that? Did she really want to be the one who tied the tether to this free spirit? Or would she simply enjoy him while she could and hope that he would decide to stay?

  She slid from the bed and headed for the open window. She needed to think and she always thought better while looking at the stars.

  Thinking to don her robe first, she tied the sash tight around her waist before pulling the drape gently aside. She moved slowly as to not make any noise that would wake Thor. The poor man needed his sleep to recuperate from his burns, even though they weren’t quite as bad as she originally thought.

  She stared out into the night praying for answers before she caught herself and scowled. She would not pray to that fickle God any longer. She had thoroughly washed her hands of the Asgard Thor and would never ask for his negligent attention again.

  A movement below caught her eye and her breath caught in her throat. Someone was down there, doing something to the trailers the corn was in. She rushed back to the bed and shook Thor.

  “Someone is outside messing around the trailers and the crib. We have to stop them from doing whatever it is they are up to before they cause more damage,” she whispered. She didn’t want to alert their intruders that they were about to be caught.

  Thor sat up, his eyes gleaming in the night. Emma stepped back, her hand to her throat. What made him look so surreal, so...otherworldly?

  She took a breath and shook her head. It was nothing more than her imagination. There was nothing extraordinary about this man other than the way he made love and quite possibly the size of his… Her face burned at the thought.

  Watching him dress as they both donned their clothes was both a shame and a treat. She loved the way his muscles bunched and gathered as he dressed, but hated seeing him covering them up. The man had an ass to die for.

  She smiled to herself when he grabbed the same weapon her father kept just inside the kitchen door, a ten-pound sledgehammer. Now it was Thor’s hammer, she grinned. No. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. That wasn’t his hammer. Thor’s hammer was a very useful tool that he always kept close and tucked away.

  Her face heated at her own inane thoughts and she covered her face with her hands. Thor’s true hammer was between his legs.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I don’t understand what someone would want to do out there.” She bit her lip as she sipped her coffee.

  By the time they had both dressed and gotten outside to investigate, the intruder or intruders were long gone. There wasn’t much evidence to even support the fact that they had been there. Only two sets of tracks remained—one, she said was a size similar to her brother’s, the other very large, like Thor’s. If he hadn’t been in her room with her, she may have believed him a part of this obvious plot to chase her from her ancestral land.

  Her plate of pancakes sat cold in front of her. The pat of butter congealed in the center. Sticky, tar-like syrup held her fork glued to th
e plate. She had only taken a bite or two before pushing the plate away with a grimace.

  “Perhaps they were just looking for another way to sabotage your harvest.”

  She nodded. “I’m sure that’s what it is, too. They must know that I can’t take much more of this. I don’t have much more money. The bank account is nearly depleted. They must know that if I lose this harvest, I lose everything once and for all. I won’t be able to pay the mortgage and the farm will go up for auction.”

  “It won’t come to that. I have a few... connections.” He gave her a level stare and covered her hand with his own. “It will not come to that.”

  She lifted her shoulder in a shrug, acting like she didn’t care. “You can take the day off, if you want. I’m going into town to visit my brother.”

  “You’re going to the hospital?” he narrowed his eyes. “You aren’t going there on the pretence of seeing your brother just to get me to see a doctor, are you?”

  She shook her head, her emotions clearly swamping her.

  “I wish that’s all it was.” She sighed and pushed a trembling hand through her hair. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. And prayed. I’ve prayed so long and so hard for him to get better that I’m sick of it.” She thinned her lips. “But there is no God. I’ve prayed for my mother, I’ve prayed for my father,” she chuckled mirthlessly. “But what did it get me?” She looked around the spotless kitchen and waved her arm. “It got me an empty house.”

  “I’d like to go with you, if you don’t mind.” He stood, rinsed out his coffee cup and put it in the dishwasher.

  “Why? You’ve already said you don’t want to be seen.”

  He nodded. “And I still do not wish to be seen by a doctor. I would like to meet your brother, though.”