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

squirm out of my skirt and take off my shirt. Thor helps me out of my panties, and his deft fingers unhook my bra. Like a panther or a graceful athlete, he lays on top of me, his knees separating my legs and his weight resting on his forearms. I wrap my arms around his back and pull him down on me. My knees lift to feel him nestle in my sensitive folds.
    He kisses me, again. The first one wasn’t a fluke because this one is just as good. It’s like an explosion between us as our lips touch. Perhaps it’s some kind of chemical reaction of perfectly matched hormones mixing together, like a homemade bomb. I grow aggressive as my need reaches its zenith.
    I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything in my entire life. Two weeks of pent up desire are having an effect on me, changing my DNA and requiring me to become one with Thor. In the recesses of my mind, I realize the failure and eventual doom of this relationship, but for now I can’t deny the physical need to sleep with Thor. Besides, how can my feelings be real when I’ve only known this man for fourteen days? Fourteen days to know a man. Fourteen days to love a man. It doesn’t take a genius to know that it can’t be real. It doesn’t take a genius to know that my heart will be broken.
    But none of that matters now. I only care about what’s happening right this second, about making my body one with his. I squirm against him, urging him to enter me, but he has other ideas. He lifts himself off of me, and travels downward. His hands touch the insides of my thighs, separating my legs further, and his mouth follows his hands, his rough beard scratching at my skin. I moan, and my body writhes under his touch, an intense need building.
    My hands reach down for him, and I find the back of his head. My fingers rake his thick hair. “My sweet Beryl,” he groans and tastes me, his tongue teasing and licking my clitoris. My mouth opens, and my head falls back against the pillow. My hands forget Thor and reach for my own breasts, caressing them as Thor caresses my core with his mouth. I writhe against him, any self-consciousness evaporated as I approach my climax. It builds in me with a vicious intensity, taking over my body and my mind. I moan Thor’s name, urging him to follow me wherever I’m going, but I can’t wait for him. My body comes to its climax, my rigid torso lifting off the bed, as I convulse with absolute fulfillment.
    In the calm after the storm, I lay on the bed unable to move or speak. “I’ll be right back, beautiful,” I hear Thor say. The mattress moves when he leaves the bed. A minute later, he’s back. I turn my head to see him ripping open a condom packet. He lies back on top of me, and I return to myself enough to guide him inside me.
    “You feel so good,” I say.
    “You’re so wet, so perfect.”
    He rocks gently against me, withdrawing and returning over and over, filling me completely. I grip his ass and pull him closer. He puts his arm under my leg and pulls it up over my shoulder, allowing him to enter me even further. I gasp as my body reacts to him, building toward another climax. How will I ever live without sex with Thor? How will I ever be happy without his body in mine?
    “I’m so screwed,” I moan.
    “Oh, beauty, we haven’t even begun.”
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    We make love three more times. At one point, Jean calls out from the first floor, demanding her dinner, but we ignore her. A few minutes later, Bert bangs on our door, hollering something about beef. Smart Thor has locked the door, and once we recuperate enough, we make love again. This time, our kisses are feather light, the sex sweet, as Thor takes care of my now tender flesh. But tender or not, we don’t stop. As we come together, we look deep into each other’s eyes and read everything there.
    Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms. Thor covers me with a sheet, tucking it around me. “I’m starving,” I say. “It’s probably not safe to go