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And that was even better.
“It should have been our reality a long time ago. If everything hadn’t gone to shit.” His face turned pensive. “I’m sorry it took so long for us to get here, Tink.”
“I think that maybe it was always meant to be like this. And I’ve got no complaints.” Cupping his face, she leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss soon deepened and she ran her hands through his hair. Sunday night, she’d been too tired to do anything but climb into bed and sleep.
Loki hadn’t wanted to sleep with her without Remy there and she hadn’t pushed him.
Last night, he’d eaten her out, then held her until she fell asleep.
But tonight, she had something much different in mind.
“I want you, Loki. Please.”
He swallowed. For a moment, he looked nervous. She understood. It felt like they’d been heading toward this point for years. And yet they were always too scared to take it that one step further.
Until Remy.
He cleared his throat. “Remy?”
She shook her head. She’d been thinking about this. “I like that you guys are working more as a unit. I like when the three of us spend time together. But there are times when I just want to be with one of you. Our own dates. Spending time just the two of us, you know? It’s like I want a relationship with just you, just him, then the three of us. Is that . . . is that wrong?”
“No, Tink. God, no. I think that sounds fucking perfect.” He bent down, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I want this to be perfect.”
“I don’t think anything in life is. But that’s okay . . . because sometimes the best things in life come about from a mistake . . . from something wrong. Perfect is overrated.”
“Tink. God.” He stood and held her against him, his arm under her ass. “I may not last long.”
“We’ve got all night.” Well, not really because she needed her sleep. But hey, it sounded good, right?
“Fuck, yes.” He carried her into his room this time. She was all right with that. “I want you in my bed. I want to smell you when I go to sleep and when I wake up.”
Okay. Now she was blushing so bad. But she understood that he didn’t mean it in a bad way.
“Want you to soak my sheets.”
“Loki!” she protested as he threw her gently on the bed.
He grinned down at her. “I intend to spend so much time between your thighs . . . you’ll soak my lips, chin, my sheets.”
“I will not!”
Dear Lord. The things he said.
Then he stood at the end of the bed and stripped. Her mouth went dry. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his bare chest plenty of times . . . but it was different now.
She wanted to run her mouth over the firm muscles, lick along his tattoos. There was a large tattoo over his chest and right upper arm that looked like swirls of smoke. The other arm had a full sleeve of tattoos.
Then he pulled off his jeans and boxers, revealing his thick, firm cock.
Mine.
Getting onto her hands and knees, she crawled to the edge of the bed and leaned forward to lick the head. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked.
A moan escaped him and he rested his hand on the back of her head as he carefully, slowly thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Tink, you have no idea how good that feels.”
