Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Try to tame me, and I’ll cut your…”
I never get to finish the threat, because his mouth covers mine in a kiss that is as delicious as it is distracting.
He breaks the kiss. I slap him across the face, as hard as I can. Hard enough to make my fingers hurt.
“What the fuck was that?” I exclaim.
“You know what that was,” he says, not even rubbing his cheek. I know it hurts. He just doesn’t want to show me.
“Why did you do it?”
“Because I wanted to. And because I thought you wanted it too.”
Everything he says is so simple and assured.
“I hope you’re not planning on doing that again,” I say firmly. “Because, you know, that would be bad.”
He cups my chin in one of his massive hands, and runs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip.
“Awful,” he agrees softly.
I can’t stop looking at his face. The taste of him is still on my lips, and it is not bad. It is delicious. It is… masculine and rough and slightly smoky, and suddenly I feel as though I understand a whole raft of feelings I only previously understood intellectually, as in not at all.
He takes me by the hand and leads me back to the supply closet. I hope nobody needs anything anytime soon.
“You want to spank me again?”
“Not this time,” he says. “This time I want to finish what we started.”
He runs his hand down my belly, slides his fingers down the front of my waistband, and cups my bare pussy. I am wet. We both know it instantly.
“I think you want sex,” he says. “I think you need it.”
“I think you’re a big, stupid…”
I don’t get to finish the sentence, because he cuts me off again with a deep, passionate kiss.
“Do you want to be fucked?” He growls the question in my ear.
I want so many things. I want today to not have happened. I want to go back and save my family’s house. I want to spare Freya the trauma of the fire, and having the baby so fast. I want… I want to be fucked.
I want to be out of my head and in my body. I want to do something reckless with this handsome firefighter who seems kind of obsessed with me even though we only just met. Maybe it’s all a line. Maybe he fucks everyone when their house burns down as kind of a consolation prize. I don’t know. I don’t think I care.
“You’re taking advantage of me,” I whisper.
“I am,” he says. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” I answer, betraying myself again. “But it doesn’t mean anything. This isn’t a choosing. This isn’t a commitment. This is just…”
“Quiet,” he says, kissing me again while his hands start to strip me of my clothes.
I barely know him. I should be making him take me out to dinner first. He got me hot chocolate, I guess. That’s something.
“You’re bossy,” I pretend to complain.
“That is because I am in charge,” he says smoothly, as though it is just a simple fact. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, because I have told you to be, and I want you to be.”
I am naked from the waist down, and my top is barely on at this point. If someone were to open the door, they would get an absolute eye full of me right now. That’s kind of what makes it hotter.
“I’m not going to do what you tell me,” I argue, smiling as I do.
He smiles back, playing along with the game. “Of course you are, or I’m going to spank your ass bright red and then fuck you while you cry.”
My eyes widen at that threat, which is darker than I expected coming from a hero. My pulse quickens with excitement, as it starts to become clear to me that Thor might seem to be a rule-abiding firefighting hero, but there’s more to him than just being really, really good looking and good in general.
“Show me,” I whisper.
Now it is his turn for his eyes to widen in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that.
“You want me to make you cry? You need to let the stress of today go? That’s it, isn’t it?” he says, understanding so quickly it feels as though he got it before I even did. I didn’t know why I asked him to show me. I just knew the idea appealed. He’s probably right though.
He smacks my butt and rumbles words in my ear about being a good girl for him. I don’t know exactly what he’s saying because my mind is starting to fuzz under the repeated slapping of his palm. He’s not doing it hard enough to really hurt, but he’s doing it hard enough to make my body respond in a way that feels like an intense massage.