ItuggedToreintothe house with me, tossing my keys and purse on the floor, blindly kicking off my shoes. Benjamin took one look at us and chose to run back upstairs, away from the dramatic humans.
Tore chased me. Without shoes on. Oh my…
I was so stupid thinking he’d given up. All this time, he’d been waiting for me to lift our safe word. I should have known. That was how he thought. Rules were unbendable. And he’d respected mine—to his detriment.
And mine, dammit.
I think I might love this man.
Shit.
Our lips collided and bodies melded. There were things that needed to be said, and that would happen, but not now. I couldn’t go another second withoutthis.
Tore cradled my face carefully—a stark contrast to the way he was ravaging me with his mouth. Violent lashes of his tongue against mine. Sharp, desperate nips of my lips. Our teeth clashed, and our moans tangled and warred. I felt the tremors in his fingers as they slid into my hair and fisted it gently to tilt my head back so he could kiss me deeper, harder.
We stumbled toward the couch, wrapped in each other. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, ripping at them when I grew impatient. Some popped and some plinked on the ground, but Tore didn’t seem to notice or care.
Finally open, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, not giving a damn where it landed. Then I pulled my mouth from his so I could tear my own shirt off. He reached around me, swiftly divesting my bra.
I was a candle, and he was the flame. His long, lean torso was a steady wall for me to melt into, skin on skin. It was a relief to touch so much of him.
I kicked off my jeans, and he yanked off his pants. Our knees knocked into each other as we tugged off each other’s underwear and laughed and kissed and fell together, lucky the couch had caught us on the way down.
He landed first, guiding me on top of him. I straddled his legs, our lips breaking just long enough for air, our eyes locked in this wild, breathless moment.
“Touch me,” I whispered, slipping his glasses off his face. “Please, Tore.”
Leaning back, he cupped my breasts, watching himself hold them in his wide palms. His thumbs brushed over my pebbled nipples, sending a shiver along my spine.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Yes. That’s so good.” I put my hands over his. “Here.” Then I lowered his hands to my hips. “And here.”
Hiseyes flicked to mine as he dragged his hands down to my thighs. “How about here?”
I dropped my forehead to his. “Everywhere, Tore. Please, baby.”
I ground against him, needing friction, needing everything about him. He hissed, tightening his grip, then shifted under me, pressing against the heat between my thighs. I gasped.
“I missed you,” I choked out. “I was so—Tore, I—”
“I know.” His voice broke. “Beatrice, I know. I missed you too. Every second.”
He slid his hand between us, cupping my sex. I nodded frantically, giving my permission, already rocking into his touch as he found my clit and circled it with maddening precision. His other hand gripped my hip, then lower, fingers exploring, spreading me open like he needed to know every part of me—reclaim me after too many days apart.
A line had been crossed the moment he’d set foot in my house tonight. The other times, he’d toed it, but it was so far in the distance now, it might as well have never existed.
“I love the way you feel, beautiful.” He dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass. “So soft. I can’t get enough of your skin.”
Moaning, I rocked on his fingers and clutched his shoulders. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth skin. Controlled power barely contained within his sleek exterior. My fingers curled, anchoring myself to him as heat mounted in my belly.
God, this man knew exactly where to touch me and just how to do it.
“Right there.” It was coming, rolling over me. So close, like electricity in the air, crackling along my skin. “Tore, that’s so perfect. Right there.”
Hismouth trailed over my collarbone and throat, sucking the delicate skin between his lips. Biting, licking, devouring as I crumbled, shaking, vibrating. I threw my head back, crying out my pleasure, and his lips latched onto my throat, absorbing the sounds he’d coaxed from me.
I kissed him as I came on his fingers, no less desperate for him than I’d been before. The way he pulled me down on his erection, there was no doubt he was riding the same wave.
