Beth
Jace slammed the door to the hut behind him and stalked toward me. His hands moved over my white dress and down my bare arms.
"Are you attached to any thing you're wearing?"
"What? Why?" I shivered.
"Yes or no?"
"No."
"Good."
With a rip he pulled the dress from my body. You've got to be kidding me. That crap happened outside of movies. I was witness to it.
Let that be a lesson to women everywhere: When your man looks like Thor, he has superpowers in the bedroom.
The dress fell to my feet, leaving me in nothing but my white wedge heels and my lacey underwear.
My entire body felt heavy with need.
He reached out and fingered the lace material, his fingers grazing my breasts, making my entire body ache with need. Jace's eyes darkened and then turned questioning. "And this? Are you attached to this?"
"N-no."
"Good." With a tug, he had my bra off and my panties in a bunch on the floor.
"Holy Thor."
"What?"
Crap on a stick! Did I just say that out loud?
"Did you just say Holy Thor?"
Instead of looking horrified, Jace seemed… I looked down… quite inspired at the thought. Apparently, visions of Grandma were long gone.
"Yes, yes I did."
"Hmm." He bit down on his lip and grinned. "I think I like it."
"Yeah?" I felt myself blushing. Not only was I standing in front of him naked as a jaybird, but I'd just totally turned our first sexual experience, that we would remember, into something mildly embarrassing.
I licked my lips nervously and waited for him to touch me.
He stared instead.
I was getting more and more fidgety. Why the hell did he get to keep his clothes on? I moved to cross my arms, but he jerked my hands away, his eyes drinking in every inch of my naked skin until I was ready to squirm. He made me want him by just looking; one gaze and I was ready to jump him.
"I would have remembered this — I should have remembered this." Jace traced the outline of my breasts and moved down to my hips, worshipping me with his hands as he pulled my body against his. "Drugs or no drugs, a man should never forget perfection."
"I don't remember either," I said shyly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I remember the cookies." Lame, someone shoot me now.
"You remember cookies, but not me?" He grinned.
"They were good?"
"I'll show you good."