Page 67 of When Annika Met Thom

“I’m ready,” she insisted, her eyes flashing with desire.

“I don’t know,” Thom mused, burying his fingers in her folds again to tease her. “Maybe a bit longer.” He slid two of them inside her and passed his thumb over her clitoris again, making her shudder violently.

“I never guessed you were so dangerous,” she whispered.

“Give me time,” Thom said, closing his mouth over her again.

Annika moaned from the depths of her soul. She dug her nails into his shoulders and she thrashed beneath him, locking her legs around him while she got wetter and wetter. “I want you inside me,” she said when Thom was ready to cast her over the edge. “I want to ride you and rock on top of you.” He lifted his head and she smiled at him. “I want to lick you and bite you and make you moan.”

Thom had never heard a hotter confession and he froze for a moment as his mind filled with the possibilities.

Annika laughed and attacked him, flinging him to his back and straddling him. Her eyes were shining and her hair was in a tangle behind her, her mouth a little swollen from his kisses. Her nipples were pink and taut, and she was so very wet. He wiped his face, not even wanting to blink. His hands landed on her waist as he watched her smooth the condom over his erection. She caressed him a little as she did it and he heard himself moan.

“Payback time,” she said with a smile.

He might have replied but she started to take him inside her, and she was every bit as tight as he’d anticipated. Thom closed his eyes and leaned his head back, not wanting to come too soon. He wanted this to last half the night but doubted he could manage that. She was just too much. Too bright, too gorgeous, too enthusiastic, too damn seductive.

Annika bent over him, flicking her tongue across one of his nipples as her hair cascaded all around them. It was on Thom’s face and in his mouth, covering his eyes and his shoulders, trailing down his arms, a tickle of silk that completely undid him. She worked his nipples, teasing them to points exactly as he’d done to hers, taking him inside her in steady, excruciating increments.

Only when he was completely buried inside her, surrounded by her slick sheath, did she move to kiss him. And what a kiss. She started lightly, then claimed his mouth in a bold move, holding his head in her hands as she feasted upon him. She started to move then, driving him insane, making him feel she would devour him.

He would have tightened his hands on her waist and set the pace, but she moved them to her breasts. They filled his palms with softness and he teased her nipples, understanding that she wanted to be in control. He held on, letting her torment him, until he knew he couldn’t hold out another moment.

He slid his hand under her and touched her with his thumb, already knowing exactly what she liked. She caught her breath and their gazes locked, then Thom flicked his thumb and flung her over the edge. The sight of her in ecstasy—head flung back, skin flushed, mouth open in delight—was all it took to finish him.

The tide rose hot, an inferno that obliterated every coherent thought except for one. Thom rolled Annika to her back and drove into her deeply in one last thrust, then shook at the power of his release. He laid his forehead on her shoulder while he caught his breath, still feeling the tremors shake through his body.

There had never been an encounter like this one and he doubted there would ever be another. He supposed if they were only going to do it the once, it should be memorable.

He’d never forget this.

Thom kissed Annika’s shoulder in reverence then opened his eyes to find her watching him.

Her face was very close and her eyes were bright. She was smiling like a kid at Christmas. “Wow,” she whispered, running a fingertip down the side of his face. “Ihavebeen missing out.”

Thom didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to move or look away, or do anything to end this moment. He just stared into Annika’s eyes and tried to catch his breath.

Then Cerberus whined.

Eight

The sound of the dog sniffing at the bottom of the door made both Annika and Thom smile as they looked in that direction.

“The competition,” Annika said lightly, then stole a quick kiss.

Thom froze. “My dog isn’t competition,” he said, ready to spell this out if necessary, but Annika’s smile broadened.

“I know I’m no competition for her. I get it. You and Cerberus are together for good. You and I are together for now. It was just a joke.” She stole another kiss then swung out of bed, keeping her back to Thom.

As if her world hadn’t been turned upside down and inside out, like Thom’s had been.

Her easy acceptance of this as a one-off was throwing Thom’s game. He’d never been with a woman who hadn’t tried to nudge things toward forever right after orgasm. Was she putting him on?

He got up and followed her, opening the door. Cerberus was jubilant at their reappearance and Thom patted her, telling her to lie down. She did, her tail in perpetual motion.

Annika was washing up, humming a little as she did. Thom met her gaze in the mirror. “This is the part where we decide we can only be friends,” he said quietly.

Annika began to brush her hair, her eyes sparkling as she held his gaze. “No,” she said with assurance. “This is the part where you tell me how soon we can do it again.”

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