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He whirls to face me, shock widening his eyes as his mouth opens, and I’m hit full-force with his nakedness—golden skin, toned muscles and…ohyeah. My eyes are trained downwards, the usual method when trying to avoid something, but instead I get an eyeful of something even better.
And I can’t look away from it.
“Zoe,” Eirik calls, but I refuse to look away. I try, I truly do, but I’m just staring. It moves, a tiny little bit, like it’s flourishing under my attention, and I lick my lips.
Eirik laughs, “Zoe, love, look at me.”
I moan, realising I’ve been caught staring, and I close my eyes. He walks over and pulls me into his arms. He smells my hair, nuzzling in close.
“I’m so sorry.” You can hear the pure mortification in my tone, and I know I’m a furious shade of red.
What’s with me and getting into embarrassing situations tonight?
“I’m not embarrassed,” Eirik murmurs, causing my heart to stop for one singular beat before resuming. “I love that you were intrigued.”
“Eirik…”
He lifts me into his arms, carrying me over to the counter. I keep my eyes firmly shut, despite his request for me to open them.
“Okay,” he murmurs, his tone lower and huskier. More seductive.
Oh man, I’m totally screwed.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder before I feel his flames burning away my shirt. I gasp, feeling the heat but no pain, and my eyes fly open. My top disintegrates, and he blows away the smell with his air magicae.
He’s so powerful.
Eirik smirks and kisses the top of my breast. I gasp again, and I feel his smugness as his tongue darts out to lick me. His tongue trails along my collarbone, somehow alternating between hot and cold heat with his hands.
“Oh wow,” I whisper, my head resting on the wall. He spreads my legs, stepping between them for easier access.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
“No,” I choke out, and he laughs. I reach up to kiss him, and his lips eagerly meet mine. I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling a towel.
I pull away in surprise.
“I’m not a heathen,” he says, causing me to giggle. As I’m laughing, he trails his fingers over my thighs, using his heat to make me pant with need.
My reactions turn the temperature in the room up hotter, and his icy blue eyes darken with desire. He cups the back of my neck, and smashes our lips together with a bruising force.
I’ve had lots of stolen kisses from the guys, but never this kind of raw passion.
It’s magnetic, and I do everything to reciprocate the heat.
There’s a banging on the door, and I pull away in surprise. My head bangs against both Eirik’s face, and then the wall, causing me to cry out in pain.
Zohar rushes in, panic on his face before he begins to laugh.
“Shit, sorry, mate,” Zohar says, shaking his head. “Sorry, dragonfly.”
“It’s okay,” I say, cringing as my head hurts. I look at Eirik before gasping. “Oh no!”
“It’s not broken,” Eirik reassures me, pinching his bleeding nose. Zohar grabs his arm, and it’s only a second later that the bleeding stops, and Eirik nods.
“Well, that was a good way to end it,” he says teasingly.
“Here,” Zohar says, tugging his shirt over his head, and helping me put it on. Zohar’s shirt is massive on me, dropping to my thighs when I stand, but so baggy, too.
