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Why in the hell did I say that? I must be losing my mind. On the other hand, my mind seems to know what I need because Ivar is built like a tank, sexy in a suit, but to see him in jeans, biker boots, and his hair loose and over his shoulders?
Lust instantly overtakes my body and I want to give in due to the shitty week I’ve been having. I need some relaxing time, to burn away all the pumped-up stress, and it’s been way too long since I’ve had sex. He’s here for a short time, and hopefully available, it’s worth a shot. Right?
“Would up against the wall or on the table do instead of between the sheets?”
Oh.
My.
Freaking.
God.
Yes. Please!
“By all means,” I reply and pull my shirt out of my jeans and over my head to let it fall to the floor.
Ivar doesn’t miss a beat and shuts the door, locking the both of us inside to prevent the outside world from interrupting. He reaches out and cups the back of my head to pull me close and leaves me no other option but to stare right at him.
“No regrets,” he murmurs with his gaze now locked on my lips.
“No regrets,” I echo. His mouth closes in but I quickly place a finger against his lips. “No kissing.”
Yikes. Why did I say that?Because it’s too intimate and it would become more than just physical, I mentally reply to my own unspoken question. Ugh. My mind has clearly gone off the deep end.
“Fine,” Ivar agrees and my heart lurches when he buries his head into the crook of my neck. Teeth nip at my skin and right after his tongue licks away the sting. Yes. This is what I need; I can feel the tension leave my body as it fills with pleasure.
I moan and let my fingers find his shirt, pulling the fabric loose. I slide underneath to touch the hard muscles of what feels like his six-pack. I’m about to explore some more when a guttural growl rips from him and I’m suddenly grabbed and lifted into the air.
A moment later my ass is on the table and the tearing of fabric flows through the air when I glance down and gasp to find out my bra is ripped from my body. If possible, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole damn life when the man starts to up his neanderthal ways and starts to tear at my jeans.
Helping the man along, I kick off my boots and place my hands on the table to lift my ass and slide right out of the jeans he’s ripping off. My panties join my pants on the floor and I’m completely naked while he’s still wearing everything.
“This needs to go,” I murmur but the man doesn’t react.
His face is buried between my breasts and I shouldn’t be complaining when one of my nipples gets sucked into his mouth but I really want to see and feel him. Shit. He clearly didn’t hear me. I gently cup his face and pull it up. Eyes drenched with desire hit mine, sliding right down to my lips.
“Clothes. Off. I want to see and feel you,” I mouth, knowing I don’t need the actual words for him to hear what I want.
He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor so his hands can go to his belt. I’m licking my lips at the sight of the thick bulge outlining his jeans. Ivar takes his time and reaches for the back of his jeans first to pull out his wallet.
He’s holding a rumpled thin foil package. “This is over five years old. Do we need it? I’m clean…if the age of the condom didn’t say it, it’s been years for me.”
“It’s been a while for me too. I’m on the pill. So…if you want–”
“I want,” he growls and lets his wallet along with the condom fall to the floor.
He shoves down his jeans and kicks it away, along with his boots. His thighs are muscled and fully inked along with the rest of his torso. Holy shit. How can this man show up dressed in a suit and not give away one sliver of inked skin and then turn up again dressed casually and look like this naked?
I knew my mind had a brain fart when I asked him to have sex but damn does it come close to it being a brilliant decision now. I place both hands on his chest to push him back from between my legs and jump off the table, gracefully sinking to my knees the next moment.
Soft curses ring out and when I wrap my fingers around his thick, long girth shooting out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark curls he falls completely silent. A drop of pre-cum is leaking from the slit and it’s beckoning me to get a taste.
His scent surrounds me and it’s clean, masculine, something wild and somehow dangerous…everything is spurring me on when his fingers slide into my hair. Softly, he tugs me forward while his gaze is eating up the scene below him.
Leaning in, I let my tongue circle the thick angry red head. Tasting him as I tease the slit and the underside of his dick. His chest rises and falls but he doesn’t say or do anything more than watch me.
I can feel the desire building inside me, spilling over between my legs from giving him pleasure and watching how he takes what I give him. It’s a rare occurrence, one I haven’t experienced before; to have a man gaze down at me as if I’m some sort of revelation of bliss.
