All Over Again (Sequel to Wanted Man)

Chapter Thirty-Three

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Spring had come to New Jersey while the Laufeyson family was in Asgard. True, it was only early March, but McKenna didn't care as she opened as many windows as she could. The weatherman was calling for a high of nearly seventy-eight degrees, so she was determined to let in as much of the warm as possible.

She was opening the windows in their room when Loki snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. "It's not that warm out, love," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

"I don't care. I'm taking whatever I can get."

Loki smiled as he spun her about to face him, his hands on her hips. "I thought you liked the cold."

"I do, but I like spring a whole lot more." She draped her arms about his neck and grinned up at him. "It's nice seeing you back to your old self."

"Was I acting so differently?"

"Yes, actually. You were."

His fingers gently massaged over her hipbones. "How?"

"You were distant. From all of us."

"I was not." He bent toward her, brushed her lips with a light kiss, and whispered, "You did just have a baby not quite ten weeks ago, love, or did you forget that?"

"I certainly did not forget that."

"So I couldn't have been too distant." His lips brushed her temple now.

"That's not quite what I meant, either." She gazed up at him. "You just seem a little more at peace now."

"I am. I'm happy to be home. To know I don't have to go anywhere else for a while, and so I can do relatively normal things. Like pick Selig up from school and have all the other mothers flirt with me."

She laughed. "Flirt with you?"

"They love me, Midgardian. You should see how they stared at me the last time I had to pick him up." He slid his hands down over her backside. "Fortunately for you, they hold no interest for me."

"Fortunately for me? You mean, fortunately for you, don't you?" She trailed her fingers through his hair, which was longer than it'd been in a while, brushing his shoulders in shaggy waves. "Just remember, they all have dads, too."

"Any other Midgardian even thinks to lay a finger on you, and he will forfeit his life in return."

"No killing, Loki. I thought we'd gotten that straight way back when we first met?"

"That would be different. I don't want them even looking at my wife, never mind touching her."

She sighed softly, shaking her head at him. There was no way he could even half-heartedly feel threatened by any Midgardian men. They didn't hold a candle to him, in any way. Loki certainly wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her, and he had absolutely ruined any and all other men for her anyway.

"I don't think it'll be a problem."

He tugged her closer. "Me, neither. No other Midgardian woman is nearly as fascinating to me as you are, love."

"Good to know, Jötunn." She laced her fingers at his nape and tugged. Loki obliged, smiling as he bent toward her and caught her lips in a slow, teasing kiss.

McKenna burst out laughing at Selig's "Ew!" and, her lips still against Loki's, said, "I don't think we're alone."

"We could get a louder ew if I lick your bottom lip," he replied with a smile.