He’s kissing me. Thor Ulger is kissing me.
He closed the space between them. Those hard, hot muscles she’d been coveting for weeks pressed into her soft body, as he ever so slowly pressed his lips against hers with soft, tender kisses. Her whole body teetered on the edge, but she didn’t move. Didn’t want to scare him away. Thor kissed her sweetly, as if he was waiting for her to push him away.
Yeah, right.
Like she was going to do that. Didn’t he know how much she wanted this? To be the woman who got to kiss a man like him? Those first few kisses were everything to Nica. She sensed him holding back, though, and that was not okay. She wanted all of Thor, not some watered-down version. Nica needed more.