All Over Again (Sequel to Wanted Man)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Loki cradled McKenna against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath coming warm against his skin as she fought to control it. She trembled against him, and he could feel her heart pounding. He swept a light kiss along her temple, murmuring, "Are you alright, love?"

"Oh, God... Loki...I don't know. I think I might've died." She laughed softly, turning her head to gaze up at him. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I did die."

He laughed with her, bringing a soapy hand up to curve against her cheek. "That's the last time I allow you to take control."

"Really? I don't recall hearing you complain." She lifted her head and sat back, and he couldn't help but groan. He was still inside her, and the slight movement was enough to send a ripple of sharp pleasure through his body, which already still hummed with the aftereffects of their lovemaking.

"You will never hear me complain about this, love," he replied, letting his hand slip around to the back of her head. "Not ever."

She leaned into him, her lips soft and warm as they caressed his. Water beaded on their plush surface, tasting sweetly of her, and he swept the tip of his tongue over her lower lip to savor those droplets.

Her arms tightened about his neck, her lips parting to bid him entry. He accepted, exploring the velvety depths of her mouth with slow caresses, gliding his tongue along hers as she shivered against him. She rocked against him, bringing him slowly back to life.

He groaned into her mouth, his blood growing warmer as it scorched its way through him, and pulled her closer, pressing the firm mounds of her breasts into his chest. She pulled away, her head falling back to offer her throat, and he devoured it, flicking his tongue against the water droplets beading her satiny skin.

Her back arched as he skimmed his lips along her breastbone and over her left breast. Her breathless cry brought a smile to his lips, her fingers twisting in his hair as he cupped that breast and kneaded it until her nipple became a hard bead. He bent toward the dark crest, swirling his tongue around it before drawing it into his mouth.

"Loki..." she moaned, gripping him tighter, pulling him to her. She rocked against him, drawing him deeper into her, which had him breaking away to suck in a sharp breath.

"Oh... yes...." His voice rose, pleasure spiking through him at the sensual motion of her slow, arcing hips. She teased him, bringing him to the edge of bliss, and then pulled back to leave him aching for release. "McKenna..."

"Mmmm...." She linked her fingers at his nape and pulled away to offer up a sensual smile. "You like this?"

His smile felt sleepy and foolish, but he didn't care. She felt amazing, tight and hot around him and he hadn't quite reached that point where his body demanded he thrust hard and fast into her. Now, her torture was purely sensuous and he savored every last dart of pleasure shooting through him.

"Oh, yes, Midgardian," he managed to grit out. The pleasure built inside him, and it wouldn't be long before his control slipped away. "I like this."

She lifted up, away from him, and then came down hard to send water sloshing over the tub's rim. Loki tugged her closer, licking a water bead from her right breast and laughed as she shivered against him.

And that was all it took. Gone was the ability to enjoy her playful teasing. Her gasp was music to his ears as he caught her about the waist and lifted her to press her back against the side of the tub. Her legs wrapped about his waist as he gave a sudden thrust and he couldn't hold back his groan as she quivered all around him.