Page 91 of Romancing His Heart

Running a finger along the lacy edge of the plum-colored bra, he groans, and I feel him grow to his full length beneath me. My gaze never leaves his as he leans in and blows warm, damp air over my nipple. When it responds, he plucks it between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand snakes around my back to undo the clasp.

“Jesus, Red. I’m never going to get enough of you,” he sighs as my breasts spring free from their confines.

“Everyone does eventually, don’t worry,” I tease. Before I finish my sentence, he has us flipped with my arms pinned above my head. His face is intense.Is he angry?

“I’m a lot of things, Sloane. A liar isn’t one of them,” he rasps.

“I … Loki, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t give a shit what you meant, Sloane.” Using my given name drives home how pissed off he is. I long to hear him call me Red, and not just because he’s angry. Something about him calling me Sloane seems off and leaves me feeling hollow. “I know you don’t do feelings. But guess what? You’re not the only one in this relationship.”

My eyes snap to his. My throat is so dry my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. But it’s my stomach that’s on the verge of revolting that has me worried.

“Yes, sweetheart. I said relationship. However you want to categorize us, it’s some kind of relationship. One, I’m committed to for as long as you’ll have me.” His head dips again, and he doesn’t give me a chance to respond.

Firm lips close over mine as his tongue licks and pushes at my seam.

A relationship? Where the hell did that come from? He can’t be serious? What about when we get home? Surely, he’ll want someone more like Emory or Lanie. Even Julia is better equipped to handle relationships than I am.

“Stop thinking, Red. Let me in,” he mutters.

I draw a breath, and he makes his move. His assault on my mouth is fast and fierce. He’s laying claim to me, and I’d be a damn liar if I said it didn’t turn me on.

Sliding down the bed, Loki drags my body with him until he has me positioned in the center. I watch in a lust-filled haze as he climbs over me. Settling with his knees straddling my thighs, he lowers his mouth to my sternum and licks a line straight down my middle.

When he reaches the waistband of my leggings, he runs a finger just under the elastic back and forth until I’m squirming beneath him. With a wicked grin, he hooks his thumbs into the sides and painfully slowly lowers them down my leg. When they reach my ankles, I kick frantically to set them free.

“Jesus, Red. You’re so fucking perfect. I want to lick every inch of you.”

“O-Okay,” I stammer because my brain cells evaporate at the sight of him lowering his sweatpants. His cock springs free, and I’m almost certain I’ve lost the ability to speak.

Glancing up, he smirks before lowering himself so our bodies touch. When he whispers next to my ear, my eyes fall closed, and my body sensitizes to his touch. “Is this,” he smacks his dick against my sex, “what you want?”

My gaze flickers open on impact. “Yes. Now, Loki, please.”

“Do you know what hearing you beg does to me?” he growls.

“Please, Loki. Please.”

With his hand holding tightly to the base of his erection, he guides the head along my seam. My hips buck in anticipation, but he holds me still with a hand on my stomach.

“Hold still, baby. I’m going to make you come like this.”

“Like, like what?” I pant.

He guides his cock up my opening but doesn’t enter, and I moan in frustration. Loki repeats the motion, running his thick head along my lips until he grazes my clit. An exquisite pleasure ripples through my body at the sensation. Sliding down again, he coats himself in my wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans as he rubs his heavy shaft across my clit. He picks up the pace, and my hips buck in response.

“I’m going to make you come, just like this, Red. Before I enter that hot, wet pussy, you will come for me.” He releases his grasp, and his dick bobs angrily between us. Lowering onto his forearms, he holds himself above me in a plank position while he pistons his hips in a beautifully torturous rhythm.

“Loki,” I gasp. “Loki, I—”

“I know, sweetheart.” He lowers himself a fraction to get more friction with his body, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. Using the thick vein on his shaft’s underside, he maintains contact with my clit, then picks up speed.

“Oh, fuck.” My body writhes and shudders with the sweet, painful desire only an orgasm can satisfy now.

Loki brings a hand to cup my right breast. His calloused palm rubs roughly against my nipple, sending sparks straight to my sex.