Inn & Out (A Romantic Comedy) (Five More Wishes Book 2) by Elise Sax Page A

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    His eyebrows knit together, and a small smile grows on his face. “You want my war stories? I don’t think so.”
    “They’re probably hard to relive. Traumatic.”
    He searches my face, as if he’s memorizing the placement of my eyes, my nose, and my mouth. Especially my mouth. “Beryl, this here between us is going to happen.”
    My fork drops out of my hand, landing on the plate with a loud clank. “It is?”
    “You can run, but you can’t hide.” That shows what he knows. I’ve been hiding all week. I have a thick layer of hair on my legs, too. That totally negates his assertion that “this is going to happen.” Right?
    He leans over and puts his hand on the back of my head. “Have I told you that you have the sexiest hair I’ve ever seen?”
    “My hair’s sexy?”
    “Very.”
    That’s a good thing, considering what’s growing on my body right this second. Oh, no. He might be right about this going to happen. “Are you sure?”
    He stands, and his shorts are bursting with his sureness. I guess his appendages are proportional. All of them.
    Thor puts his hands under my arms and lifts me up, carrying me until my back is against the kitchen wall between the broken pantry door and the ancient refrigerator.  He presses his body against mine, and it’s a good thing he’s holding me up because my bones have turned soft, and left to my own devices, I would melt to the floor in a heap.
    “From the first moment I saw you,” he says, his lips almost touching mine. “I wanted you.”
    “You did? I thought I annoyed you.”
    “I’m a glutton for punishment.”
    “God you talk good,” I moan.
    “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever known, Beryl. Sizzling hot.”
    “Gee, I love the Sizzler.”
    “You want boeuf bourguignon for dinner?” he asks, and before I can answer, he lifts my hands above my head and pins me against the wall. I can feel all of him pressed against me, and my traitorous body grinds against him.
    I want him so bad, and that’s the first truly honest thought I’ve had in days.
    His lips graze the side of my neck, and I bend my head to give him more access. His lips are hot and soft. His touch is gentle, almost not there, which drives me half-mad with desire. Just as I can’t stand it any longer, the gentle caress turns rougher and his lips nuzzle my earlobe. I want to touch him, but he has my hands above my head. He gathers them together in one hand, and his other glides down my body until he slides his hand under my shirt and finds my right breast, freeing it from my bra.
    I moan, and Thor takes that as invitation to kiss me. And then I know…Rhett was right. I’ve never been kissed properly. Not until the very second when Thor’s mouth takes mine, his lips crashing against my lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth, letting me taste him.
    I’m aware of his hand on my breast, caressing, teasing, and moving lower under the waistband of my skirt to the panties beneath. My wet, wet panties. The world spins, making me dizzy. I’m almost disappearing, becoming desire itself, but it doesn’t scare me. Instead, I feel powerful, open…almost reborn as a new person.
    Thor finally releases my arms in order to lift me into his, cradling my body against him. Carrying me with no effort at all, he walks through the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs. He walks past his room, straight to mine. Closing the door behind us, he gently lays me on my bed. He leans over me, never breaking eye contact.
    “Beauty,” he breathes. “My beauty.”
    Standing, he slips his t-shirt over his head and lets it drop onto the floor. Then, he removes his shorts and his boxer briefs. All of Thor is released, and there’s a lot of him. He looks down at me with a visible hunger. A lot of men have wanted to sleep with me, but not one ever wanted me for myself. Thor wants me, all of me, and I’m prepared to give myself to him in any way he wishes.
    Quickly, I