Chapter 22: Declaration

Soft fingers ran down the crease of my spine. Tickles prickled my skin and I bit my lower lip, burying my face in the pillow as giggles burbled up inside of me.

Loki’s lips pressed against my shoulder blade. The tickles were replaced with pulsing heat. I sighed and hugged the pillow tighter. What was he trying to do to me?

“That feels nice,” I muttered.

He chuckled and pressed closer to me so I could feel his body against mine. From the edge of my shoulder all the way down to my feet. I was completely covered in his scent. My toes curled as Loki’s fingers moved lower down my spine. He flattened his hand and curved it around the globe of my glute.

“Are we going to lounge in bed all day?” I teased. I turned to the side so I could look at him.

Loki wore a challenging smirk on his lips. “I could make that happen,” he offered.

I shook my head. “No rest for me today. I’m working two cases, remember,” I pointed out.