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Ali

I can’t believe what I just did.

Not only did I drag Soren into my bedroom, my hand in his, while onlookers stared as we passed by them, but then I lassoed my hand around his neck, climbed him like a freakin’ tree, and kissed him without his consent the moment I had him alone. All while my brother’s party continues to rage right outside these doors.

Despite those potential issues, my thoughts are on one thing and one thing only. And that’s Soren’s hard body pressed against mine and his mouth kissing me like his life depends on it.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.

His lips move against my mouth, his tongue taking ownership of me as it glides inside in a wet, hot, rhythmic motion. In response, bolts of electricity shoot off between my legs, making my belly clench, and my hips gyrate against his erection in search of the friction I so desperately need.

Soren groans with the same desperation I feel and spins us around, hands cupping my ass as he pushes my back against the wall.

And this, folks, is exactly what all my sexual fantasies are made of.

He removes a hand from my butt and secures me with an arm around my waist, pinning me against his hard body. I stroke the hair at his nape before my nails bite into his scalp more forcefully. His erection nestles perfectly in the notch between my legs, and the only thing keeping us from fucking right here and now is the thin material of our swimsuits.

His voice is gruff and raspy as he growls against my lips, “Fuck, Ali. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Why didn’t you?” I murmur back. Not in judgment but from simple curiosity.

His response is something in German that I don’t understand, but the sound of it is guttural and my name is said like a prayer.

And his mouth. It’s so deliciously eager to devour me whole. My fingers weave through his tousled hair, gripping the soft strands in my hands, tugging at it hard enough that he growls again.

Like a wolf.

That’s what they call him. And I know it to be true. Soren is hungry and predatory, and I want to satiate every one of his physical needs.

Soren shifts the weight on his feet, which angles his lower half—his very impressive lower half—to imprison me against his growing arousal. The abdominal muscles in his torso twitch and tighten under his T-shirt. I part my lips in surprise, and he swallows down my gasp of pleasure. His tongue slips inside my mouth once again.

He moves one of his strong hands to gently cup my jaw, gliding a thumb over my cheek and strumming my skin in a way that makes me ache for it elsewhere.

I moan and buck as the motion fuels my desire further.

Our kiss deepens, the intensity to reach that elusive peak becoming a reality. I curl my fingers into his scalp and it draws out a strangled curse that brings me a perverse joy.

“Fuck, Ali.”

He guides a hand to my breast, flicking the taut nipple with his thumbnail. I ache to feel those fingers and mouth teasing my delicate flesh. His tongue strokes along mine, allowing me to imagine what it would be like if he flicked it over my bud.

As if hearing my thoughts, Soren breaks the connection of our kiss and his palm squeezes the firm globe of my breast.

He stares at me with dark, half-lidded eyes, and I’m caught in the desperation of his gaze. My pulse quickens as he shoves aside the mesh material of my cover-up and peels away my bikini top to expose my breasts. At the wet sweep of his tongue over my pebbled nub, I practically convulse with gratitude, moaning out my thanks.

I arch my back, positioning my nipple into his open and seeking mouth. The heavy weight of his cock, thick inside his trunks, wedges perfectly against the V of my legs. A loud moan erupts from my lips, and I feel lightheaded and weightless in his hold. Under his control.

Jabs of lust pelt needily through my core like bolts of lightning. My clit thrums with anticipation and a yearning so strong that I can barely contain myself.

My palms cradle his face and I tug him back, popping his mouth off my wet flesh. His green eyes stare at me in an unfocused gaze, hazy with lust.

I nod my chin behind him. “Bed. Now.”

The corners of Soren’s mouth turn up into the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Ja.”

The sexual assertiveness I’ve shown in the few encounters I’ve had with Soren have surprised me. It’s not that I’m sexually shy, I’ve just never been this direct in the pursuit of a man. It’s refreshing to find out that he’s not turned off by my directness. In fact, he seems quite pleased to have me take the lead.