This Time Around (Sequel to All Over Again)

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Loki's lips grazed down along her neck and McKenna sighed softly, her eyes closing at the gentle rush of chills rippling through her. She tilted her head to the left, Loki's hair brushing her shoulder as he leaned forward to kiss the curve of her shoulder.

"You aren't going to flip me again, are you?" he whispered, nipping her gently.

"Mmmm... only if you stop doing this," she replied, reaching up to drape her arms about his shoulders. Her fingertips brushed his nape, slid through his hair, and she smiled as he splayed his hands on her belly and pulled her closer. Her back curved against his chest and he nipped again, this time sending another chill through her.

The sun vanished behind thickening gray clouds, but the air remained warm around them. Loki's fingers brushed against her, tugging up her tunic until he could slide his hands beneath it. Warm on her skin, they swept upward, and her back arched on its own as they cupped her breasts at the same time.

Her bra had front clasp, and she smiled as he popped it open and his thumbs slowly worked around her nipples. Now the heat swirling through her had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the gentle, skilled fingers working their magic.

His lips caught hers, soft and teasing, the tip of his tongue flicking against her bottom lip before thrusting deep into her mouth to caress hers in a long, silken stroke that left her head spinning and her knees threatening to buckle. Between his talented hands and wicked tongue, there was no way she'd be able to flip him, no matter what.

He bent, coming down to press his hips into hers and the bulge of his erection nestled perfectly into the cleft of her backside. How was it those leggings contained him when he was aroused? How was it they didn't split from the force, considering just how big a man he was?

His hips rolled against hers and he kneaded both breasts as he pulled away to whisper, "You should take these off, love," as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her leggings.

"I will. Just not yet."

"Oh, yes. Now."

"Don't make me-" She sucked in a sharp breath as he slid a hand down the front of them and curved against her. As he slid one finger inside her, she bit down hard on her bottom lip and her words died on her lips, smothered by the moan of pleasure at his touch.

"Don't make you what?" he whispered, sliding that finger slowly in and out of her.

"Loki... you aren't playing... fair..." Her legs wobbled, her knees buckling. He tightened his hold on her, speeding up his thrusts, until she thought she'd go up in smoke.

"I don't play fair, love. Don't you know that by now?"

Her head spun from his touch, pleasure spiking through her with each thrust and when he slid a second finger inside her, she couldn't hold back her moan. Her hips moved in time with him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, twisting in the linen of his shirt. His laugh came soft on her ear as he whispered, "You should only know how beautiful you look right now, McKenna. So damn beautiful."

His fingers moved faster, the ribbons of fire unfurling deep within her core and she moaned again as he murmured, "I can feel you getting closer, darling girl. Don't hold back."

"Loki... I don't want to... oh... God..." Her thoughts spun madly out of control, her hands scrabbling across his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto before the fiery pleasure swept her out to sea. "Not... yet..."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, breathless and dizzy. "Not like this..."

He eased his fingers from her and slowly turned her in his arms. McKenna gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her toes curling at the fire in his blazing green eyes. She tugged on the front of his tunic and he didn't resist, letting her drag him down to meet her kiss.