Page 22 of Savage King

But Odin had other plans, ones that involved turning his big, beautiful body toward her, and taking her out at the knees with a smile that slammed into her pussy. Need, hot and hard, filled her, drowning out the pulsing in her head that told her to run, fight, win.

Why would she want to fight what she wanted so badly?

Her breath caught, which only made the cocky jerk smile all the bigger and wider, which did nothing for her need to breathe.

“What are you doing here?” she whisper-hissed, stalking toward the women’s locker room. Odin kept pace, his longer legs making it much too easy.

He grabbed her elbow, halting her, and spinning her around to face him. His icy blue eyes turning to molten sapphire as he took in her sweaty face. His gaze dropped to her lips, his nostrils flaring. His grip on her elbow eased but before she could pull away and continue her hurried trek to the locker room, Odin slipped his thick arms around her waist, pulling her into his body and holding her there. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her belly brushed against his groin.

He groaned, his dick growing hard against her softer flesh.

“I like you sweaty, Goddess. Brings to mind what you’ll look like after I’ve spent a whole night fucking you into my mattress. Sweaty, pink, and utterly exhausted.”

“That isn’t going to happen,” Skathi grated, trying damn hard to keep her body from flushing. Never in her life had a man spoken to her like that. Not even Aaron who spent more time telling her how good he was and then failing to prove it. Somehow, Skathi didn’t think Odin would have a problem proving anything.

“Oh, it’s going to happen, darling, and it will happen soon. That’s a promise,” he brushed his lips against her earlobe, the heat of his breath and the touch of his beard fluttering over the pulse point in her neck. “And I always keep my promises.”

She attempted, once more, to pull away, but he held fast.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, determined to turn the conversation away from something that made her nipples hard and her womanhood clench.

Rather than answer, Odin pressed a surprisingly chaste kiss against her lips. Soft. Warm.

Insidious.

She relaxed her frame, leaning into him, the gentleness of the kiss warming her, luring her….

And he struck.

His mouth covered hers before she could inhale, stealing her breath. Long, deep sweeps of his tongue against hers, over hers, beside hers, until all she could feel was the invasion of him. He pulled way just enough to nip her bottom lip before kissing it hard. She moaned, her body not her own, and he broke away, cursing.

Her head spinning, her heart racing, she stumbled over her words. “Y-you didn’t answer me. W-why are you here?” Gods, she sounded like a ninny.

Get it together, woman! You can kill with your bare hands, you should be able to handle a single kiss!

A breath-stealing, body melting, mind scrambling kiss from a man who was the physical embodiment of a sex god.

“I grabbed your address from the employee files, and went by your place to pick you up for our date, but since you weren’t there or at the range, I figured you’d be here. Now, I couldn’t believe you’d forget about something as important as our first date, Goddess, so I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt….”

She clicked her tongue, annoyed at his insistence that he was even remotely interested in her.

Does he usually kiss the hells out of women heisn’tinterested in?

She quashed that thought and replied, “I didn’t forget, I just didn’t believe you were serious.” She’d remembered the women hanging on him at the clubhouse party…and she wasn’t like them in the least. His interest in her was either the thrill of the chase, the need for a strikingly different flavor of the day, or just for “shits and giggles”, as Tessa would say. There was no way she was taking him seriously. And there was no way she going to be just another notch on his already whittled-to-nothing bedpost.

Even though something deep down inside her wanted to.

“I’m a man of few words, darling’, so when I speak I mean every fucking word I say. So, when I said we were going on a date, I meant it. That means you have precious little time to get your fine ass ready and on the back of my bike before I get real impatient.”

“I’m not going. No offense to you, Odin, but I am not up to going anywhere tonight but my condo.” Where she’d take a long bath, finger herself to orgasm, and call it a night.

A slow, sly smile curved the sides of his mouth, and her pussy responded, pulsing with an ache only his beautiful mouth could alleviate.

No! This man is not for you. His life is not for you. He is Aaron 2.0; a cocky womanizer.

“Well now, I can get behind spending’ some time alone with you,” he murmured against her ear, just above the now racing pulse point. His breath did crazy things to her sweaty skin.

She shuddered, her nipples tingling, and he dragged his nose across her cheek to press a barely there kiss against the side of her mouth.

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