er still wearing his shirt and pants. The cotton of his shirt soon turned transparent under the shower, conforming to every ripple of tanned flesh beneath it. M raised a hand and traced shaky fingers over the exposed flesh of his neck, biting her lip to keep from groaning. God, he was so beautiful. His skin felt like silk to her touch, warm and supple, and as he stepped closer to her, she could see the outline of his hard arousal pressed tight against the fly of his wet khakis.
Molten heat gathered in her core and she wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to resist any longer. With a groan, she dragged him closer still, until their bodies were tight together and kissed him hard. Their tongues dueled, danced. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground, pinning her against the wall using his body as she ripped open his shirt. Buttons scattered, but M didn’t care. She’d bet good money Natasha kept spare men’s clothes around somewhere in this place and all M could think about anyway was getting Loki naked.
Shrugging out of the wet shirt, Loki wasted no time rubbing his slick chest against her, wiry hair teasing her stiff nipples as he ground his hard cock into the heat between her legs. No gentle coupling this time, they both wanted each other too badly. M dug her nails into his scalp, pulling him back for another open-mouthed kiss. The tiles felt cool against her spine, but Loki was so incredibly hot pressed to her front. The shocking contrast only drove her desire higher.
“God, I’ve dreamed about doing this with you for so long, ever since I first saw you at that air show in Ohio.”
“Yeah?” she traced her fingers down the center of his chest, enjoying his answering shudder, then slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his sodden trousers. “Know what I’ve dreamed about?”
He swallowed hard, his green eyes boring into her as he shook his head.
“This.” Her fingertips grazed the head of his cock, causing him to moan low in his throat. Velvet with a hint of moisture. Oh, yeah. He wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. It was there in the flush atop his cheekbones, there in his dilated pupils, there in his panting breath and parted lips. She slid slowly down his front until her feet hit the floor, then knelt before him, taking her time undoing his pants, her gaze locked with his as she freed his arousal and wrapped an eager hand around his length. “And this. I want to taste you.”
At the first swipe of her tongue over his sensitive head, Loki squeezed his eyes shut and fisted his hands against the slippery shower wall. At the second lick, his tense thighs quivered. By the time she took him into her mouth and tasted his salty flavor for the first time, Loki wasn’t the only one trembling with need. She wanted him so badly, she couldn’t stop herself from slipping her fingers between her legs and stroking her swollen clit. Her slick folds pounded in time with her pulse and if she didn’t get him inside her soon, it would all be over too fast. And she wanted this to last forever.
After a few moments Loki placed his hand on her shoulders and drew her away from him to stand before him once more. “I’m sorry, darling. But I need to be inside you. Please.”
“Yes. I want that too.”
Never one to scrimp on amenities, Natasha had a full dispenser of condoms on the wall just outside the shower. Loki reached out and grabbed one without ever losing contact with M. He kissed her deeply as he kicked off his pants then slicked on the condom, his fingers between her legs, caressing her, preparing her.
“Ready?” he asked, picking her up again.
“God yes,” M said, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Do it.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He entered her in one long stroke, burying himself balls deep inside her. She felt so full and stretched, yet she wanted more of him, so much more. She wanted everything.
He pulled out nearly to his tip then drove back into her, taking his time, his eyes closed and head thrown back, the ultimate picture of masculine abandon. M didn’t think she’d ever seen a more gorgeous picture in her life. She clasped her hands in his hair, kissing his cheek, his ear, his neck, anywhere she could reach as he thrust into her just right, hitting that bundle of nerves inside her that sent off fireworks throughout her blood.
“You feel amazing,” he whispered into her chest before taking one of her nipples into the wet heat of his mouth. She cried out and arched hard against him, pulling him closer, closer. He slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit and she soon teetered on the edge of oblivion.
“I’m going to cum,” she said, straining toward release. “Please.”
“Yes!” He drove hard into her once, twice, then the world around her shattered into billions of iridescent shards of pleasure, her body contracting hard around him and driving him over the edge as well. Loki’s body went stiff and he dropped his head forward, his face buried in the side of her neck as he murmured sweet nothings into her skin.
Long moments later, he slowly lowered her to the ground, her legs shaky and weak with satisfaction as the water cooled around them. She shivered and he turned off the shower, reaching outside to dispose of the condom then grab a thick towel to wrap around her.
“You were amazing,” Loki said, kissing her forehead. “Truly amazing.”
M smiled up at him, exhausted and sated. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He laughed then picked her up and carried her out into the room and tossed her on the bed, using her towel to dry himself before shutting off the lights then joining her between the sheets. “How about a nap before we try that again?”
“Sounds good.” She snuggled against him in the dark, feeling safe and secure for the first time in years, even though in the back of her mind she knew it wasn’t true. This had been a one-time event, a shared need for release and connection. Tomorrow they’d be back to the same old same old. Still, she waited until his breath evened out into the patterns of sleep before whispering, “Sounds perfect.”
9
Loki stood outside the Stripes club the next night, M by his side, and watched the parade of patrons going in and out from the shadows. The day had been interesting, to say the least. Waking up with M in his arms was a great way to start the day, her soft breath ghosting his skin, her warm curves pressed tight to his side. But then she’d gotten up and things had gotten weird between them and everything had gone downhill from there.
He couldn’t honestly say he regretted sleeping with her last night. That would be a lie. Truth was the sex had been incredible. He’d never had a partner so attuned to him and who responded so beautifully to his touch. Making love to M had been hot and exciting and sweet in a way he hadn’t expected. When he’d first opened his eyes in the darkness of the apartment and looked down on her head resting on his chest, he’d felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to keep her close, to share his life with her—good and bad. Which was ridiculous. Guys like him didn’t have relationships. He worked far too much to be tied down. His jobs were dangerous and required him to travel at a moment’s notice to anywhere in the world. That was hardly conducive to settling in with a wife and kids in the suburbs.
M’s different, his brain argued, playing devil’s advocate. She’s like you. She understands.
And wasn’t that just a blessing and a curse.
She understood the demands of working undercover because she had the same crazy lifestyle. Hardly the best foundation for creating lasting coupledom bliss.
“We going to stand out here all night or are we actually going inside?” M said, her tone annoyed. She’d been pleasantly cool to him since this morning, never once mentioning what they’d shared last night. Loki, being a gentleman, wasn’t going to bring it up either. If she wanted to discuss it, then he’d talk. That was the right thing to do.