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He lifts his head. “I want to be gentle with you.”
“You mean because of what I said about Jason?”
He nods.
I hesitate. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t mind if you’re not gentle. It’s not about that. I don’t mind it… you know… passionate. But Jason… he used to…” I bite my lip. “He verged on violence,” I admit. “It’s very different. He didn’t like women, I don’t think, and he took it out on me.”
Titus’s smile fades, and his eyes harden. He runs his tongue over his top teeth, and I’m pretty sure he’s trying to stop himself jumping in the car and driving straight down to give Jason the beating of his life.
But in the end his expression softens, and he takes my face in his hands. “I told you a man should always treat his girl like a princess, and I meant it.” He tips his head to the side. “Or maybe like a countess.” His lips curve up.
I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t get a chance, because he kisses me again. His lips slant across mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth, and my heart hammers. I thought his previous kiss was passionate, but this time he doesn’t hold back, and fire shoots through me, while an ache begins deep inside.
He bends, tucks his hands beneath my bottom, and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Still kissing me, he climbs onto the bed, then lowers me onto my back. He kisses my mouth, then begins planting kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
I’m carried away on a wave of pleasure and happiness as he continues kissing down to my breasts, then stops there to cover each nipple with his mouth and tease them with his tongue until they’re tight and hard. Only then does he continue down over my belly, moving backwards until he’s kneeling between my legs.
Hooking his fingers in the elastic of my underwear, he peels it down my thighs, and I lift my legs so he can take it off. He smooths his hands over my thigh highs with an appreciative murmur, then pushes my legs apart, exposing me to his hot gaze.
I cover my face with my hands as he kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and then he strokes a thumb up through my folds, and groans. I’m so turned on, I know he’s found me swollen and wet.
“Heidi,” is all he mutters, before he lowers down, licks up through my folds, and circles the tip of his tongue over my clit.
“Ohhh…” I arch my spine, shuddering at the wave of pleasure. “Oh that feels so good…”
While he licks and sucks, he slides a finger down through my folds to tease my entrance. Then, after a while, he turns his hand palm up and slides first one, then two fingers inside me.
We both sigh, and he strokes me gently, until I’m aching with need, and I’m breathing with deep, ragged gasps.
Only then does he withdraw his fingers and rise up. “I’ll get my wallet,” he says.
“I have a Mirena fitted,” I say. “So you don’t have to. But you can if you want, I don’t mind either way.”
His eyes glitter in the moonlight. “You’re sure?”
I nod.
He removes his underwear, leans over me, then glances to one side. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I follow his gaze. I’d forgotten the wardrobe doors are mirrors. Words desert me at the sight of our reflection. The moon has painted one side of his body silver, while the other is in shadow. His tattoos wind up his muscular arms, and I can just see one wing of the raven on his back across his shoulder. I truly believe he’s part Viking at this moment.
I shiver. I’m a little nervous, I don’t know why. Maybe because I really like this guy, and I’m not hugely experienced, and I want to please him.
“Du betyr så mye for meg,” I whisper.
His eyes widen. “Did I say that right?” I ask shyly.
His lips curve up and he nods. “When did you learn to speak Norwegian?”
“I looked it up. I wanted to tell you how I feel about you.”
“You mean a lot to me, too,” he replies huskily. I think he’s genuinely touched.
Then he presses his lips to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself in the kiss.
