Page 64 of Romancing His Heart

“The most romantic proposal in the history of marriage,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Ping.

Going back into the messages app, Loki growls. “That motherfucker.”

Peering over his shoulder, I see Dom has sent a picture of himself masturbating.

“Blah. See? This is why you don’t respond to this shit,” I lecture.

“Can I kiss you?”

My head whips to Loki so fast I’m lightheaded. Surely, I heard him wrong.

“What?”

“Can. I. Kiss. You?”

He’s struck me dumb … again. Bobblehead Sloane, reporting for duty.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he lunges and drags me into his lap. With his hands on either side of my face, he watches my eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you, and I want to take a picture of it. Is that okay with you?”

Bobblehead Sloane replies for me. Luckily, that’s enough of an answer for him because Loki closes his mouth on mine. His lips are firm but soft as he rubs them gently back and forth over my skin. When his hands tangle in my hair, my head falls back, causing me to gasp, and he pounces. He takes my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, and I moan. His tongue runs along the outside of my lip as if he’s tasting me.

Adjusting my leg, I straddle him in the chair. My core comes into contact with his growing erection, and my hips swivel, begging for the friction. His tongue darts into my mouth, and I swear to freaking God, I might hear angels sing.

Shamelessly grinding on him, I’m lost. Loki never gives up control of the kiss, but I feel his body tensing beneath my fingers. He releases my lip with a pop and places his hands on my hips. He follows the gyrating movements for a few rotations and then holds me in place as he slowly pulls his head away.

“Red.” The rawness in his voice worries me, but I already know he’s going to put an end to this. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wait for him to continue. “We can’t get carried away here. We can’t …”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, of course. Right.”

His gaze leaves mine, and I turn to see what he’s looking at. On the computer is a picture of us. His hands are in my hair, and his lips are almost touching my jaw. He’s staring at me so intently in this picture, but it’s the expression on my face that has me blushing. It’s the most intimate picture I’ve ever seen of myself. I look wonton. Sexy. And it was all for show.

Confused, I scramble off his lap. With practiced skill, I swallow my feelings and put on a smile.

“Well, you got a good picture. I’m going to take a quick shower before I start writing. I get my best thoughts in the shower, you know? Okay, well, um, don’t do anything stupid with Dom. Just, I guess, just erase it. He’ll go away, eventually.”

Stumbling as I turn, I steady myself and speedwalk the ten steps to the bathroom door.

Chapter 21

Loki

Iknow I just fucked up, big time. But I cannot tear my gaze away from the screen before me. Sloane, I can’t take my eyes off of Sloane. Her red hair is falling around my hands that I forced into her ponytail, but it’s the look in her eyes that has me immobile.

Through the cloud of lust this picture initially elicits, it’s the trust I see that has me off balance. Red’s eyes tell her story, and right now, they’re telling me she trusts me implicitly. Knowing she doesn’t trust easily, I have to wonder if I have just done irreparable damage to our relationship.

Ping.

This cocksucker is going down. Pulling up the screen, I’m tempted to send him our picture, but it’s an invasion of Red’s privacy. Plus, I don’t want that dirtbag seeing her like this. I don’t want anyone seeing it. Caveman tendencies have me wanting to scream,“She’s mine!”even though that can never be the case. Instead, I send it to my private emergency link, then erase it from her screen.

Turning back to Dom, I contemplate how to handle him for only a handful of minutes.

Sloane: Why would I want that limp dick when I have a real man at home?

Sloane: (image sent)