Page 67 of Romancing His Heart
“Are you giving me control, Red?” His voice sounds low and dangerous next to my ear, and my core clenches. “You like my voice.” It isn’t a question. He just felt my body react to him from the inside.
Painfully slowly, he removes his fingers from my pussy and turns me around. Staring up into his eyes, I’m awkwardly aware that he is fully clothed while I am buck-ass naked. I fight the urge to fidget, but my fingers move in time with my thoughts. Middle finger-middle finger-thumb. Tap-tap-slide. Over and over again, until Loki reaches down and takes them in his grasp.
My heart pounds as he raises them to his lips. Taking my middle finger into his mouth, he sucks hard, then bites down on the pad of my finger, and I yelp.
“Is there anything you don’t like, sweetheart?”
Ah, yeah, there’s a lot I don’t like. Asparagus comes to mind.
Holy shit, Sloane. Focus.
“A-Are you going to give me a safe word or something?” My voice wobbles while
his eyes darken.
He releases my finger from his mouth, guides it to my clit, and holds it there. Lowering his mouth to mine, he speaks over my lips, “No, Red. I don’t do safe words—”
“Gah!” My awkward gasp cuts him off, and he smirks.
“I don’t do safe words because I am not a dom, and you’re not a submissive. This isn’t some fucked up shade of gray. This is us, and all you need is your voice. The second you don’t like something, you speak up. You say no, and everything stops. I may require control, Sloane, but I need your trust more. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.” There was no hesitation. I responded on instinct. In my heart, I know I can trust Loki with all that I am.
“Good. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“What?” I screech.
He smiles as he walks out of the bathroom, and I nearly come apart. Peering down at myself, I cannot believe I had a full conversation with that man-candy while completely naked.
The longer I stand in silence, the more I second guess myself, though. My body shivers as droplets of water from my shower slowly dry. Tap-tap-slide.
“Face the mirror,” Loki commands from the doorway.
Keeping my eyes trained on him, I do as he asks—a look of appreciation covering his chiseled face.
“Eyes forward, Red.”
Facing the mirror, I stare as he moves from the doorframe toward me with deliberate ease. He stops behind me and places his hands on my shoulders before leaning down to whisper.
“Look at how fucking sexy you are,” he growls. Until now, I haven’t allowed my gaze to leave his. Hearing his words, I glance up to see him watching my reflection before us.
My face is flushed, and my body is tingling with anticipation. My eyes linger momentarily on the extra pounds around my middle, and I self-consciously suck in my stomach.
Loki removes his right hand from my shoulder. Tracing a line down my spine, across my back, and over my hip, he squeezes the area just above my hip bone. Opening his mouth, he groans, “You’re so fucking sexy, Sloane … all of you.”
His hand moves lower, his palm sliding across my belly.
“Stay in the moment with me, Red.”
I inhale sharply as he pulls my pink blindfold from his back pocket. He holds it out before me in silent question.
With my heart in my throat, I nod my agreement. The last thing I see before I’m cloaked in darkness is Loki’s appreciative but hungry gaze. Licking my lips, I wait.
Dear Lord, what the hell am I doing?Trying desperately not to fidget, I lose the battle when my toes start tapping out a nervous beat. I know Loki’s watching me, I can feel the heat of him behind me, but I hear no sounds of movement.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he rasps, closer than I expected him to be.
“I-I do.”
