“Tell us more about it!” Lars smiles. “Are you winter bathers?”
“It was the first time for both of us,” Erik answers.
George then jokes, “I hope you guys enjoyed your first time.” His words are loaded with insinuation, and we all laugh, me hiding my face in embarrassment. Because this time, it is true. I get even shyer when Erik takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Some clap and whoop.
“Aren’t they sweet?” Alex lowers his head onto George’s shoulder, sighing.
“Let me see the picture,” Lars says as he receives the iPad, and I watch his expression. His smile looks approving. “I’d give you guys a high-five if I could.” Lars is sitting at the opposite end of the table. “A toast, then!” He lifts his glass.
“To love,” Erik says, lifting his beer too, and my heart goes wild in my chest.
Love. Thump-thump.
Love? Thump-thump.
Ah, if only...
I can’t allow myself to be so hopeful.
Everyone toasts to love, and I keep my eyes on Erik’s sweet smile. On the soft wavy hair that I helped him brush and tie, only the upper half, in a small elastic. On our fingers interlocked on the table. On the beard that he trimmed again because he knows I like it better like that. On his transparent ocean eyes...
He gives me another quick kiss, then gazes at me, so attractive and suggestive that I get instantly aroused. I’m so in love, so full of lust, I want to snatch him out of his chair, pull him into the bathroom and make out. I can’t wait to get home and feel his hands on my naked body—his fingers exploring my breasts, my butt, and then entering me slowly...
My lips stretch into a sly smirk, and he sees where my thoughts are. I can tell his are there too. His fingers trace over my leg under the table, moving under my dress and going farther up. Even though I’m wearing tights, it feels so good I almost let out a moan. It’s suddenly so hot in the pub, I have to fan myself with the menu. With my other hand, I seek Erik’s fingers under the table and interlace them on mine, stopping him before he makes me jump onto his lap.
I focus on what’s going on around me. Although our picture was the coolest—in every sense of the word—Martin wins the voting with his shot midair when bungee-jumping sixty meters down from a crane. I don’t mind that Martin gets this one victory. Our winter bathing experience was worthy in every way.
When Erik and I get home, he carries me to his room as soon as I get rid of my shoes and jacket. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress.”
He runs his hands over my body, following my silhouette, and I glue my mouth to his with all the passion I had to contain in front of my coworkers.
Now, finally alone at home, there’s fire and fireworks. A drumming of heartbeats and grunts of impatient desire. I lift his sweater and T-shirt over his head in a single bundle and throw them across the room. He kisses me, wild, eager. His fingers handle my back zipper blindly. Soon the dress is falling, and I’m stepping on it, hands gripping his strong arms and shoulders until he places me in bed. The flustered butterflies in my stomach join my thudding heart in a riot to lay claim on Erik as quickly as possible, and I obey, bewitched.
He opens his belt, then unzips his pants, and I help him get rid of them. I lower his boxer briefs down his thick, muscular thighs, unveiling his hard cock, and my need to feel it in me makes me ache.
Once he’s fully naked, I pull him down with a kiss and roll us around on the bed so I can be on top. I need him under me—under my control. I run my nails over his massive chest and down his ripped abs, biting my lower lip. This god, he’s all mine. He gives me a sexy smile, amused, aroused, rock-hard against my soft, throbbing folds.
As he teases me at my entrance, his hands go to my breasts. He massages my nipples, stoking the fire in my insides, and I press myself against him, rubbing my clit on his hardness. He keeps touching me, enticing me, and in between moans, I kiss his neck, inhale the citrusy scent of his skin, and run my nose over his rough beard.
“The day you slept in this bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about sharing it with you,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep?” I whisper back as he kisses me on the earlobe. God, it’s amazing...
“Absolutely.” He kisses the skin under my chin. I arch my back, burning, and grip his shoulders with extra strength. I keep rubbing my clit against his cock, and it’s getting so good, I might come before he’s even inside.
“You were a walking temptation, Sol Carvalho.” He kisses the skin under my ear and pulls me closer with his hands on my butt as if he’s thrusting into me, though he’s still outside. I groan, needing more. “I knew I was torturing myself when I agreed to have you here.”
And you’re torturing me now, making me wait...
I want to hear him though. “So why did you say yes?” My voice comes out between sighs of pleasure.
He holds my face a little above his so he can look into my eyes. “Because I thought I was stronger,” he says with a lopsided grin and puts a strand of my hair that had been tickling his face behind my ear. My hair is loosely tied in a ponytail, so as I shake my head and laugh, more rebellious hair slips out of the hair tie and lands on him.
“Being strong is for the weak,” I say.
His laugh tickles my ear. Then he uses his powerful arms to roll us around in one swift move so that he ends up on top of me. “I guess I knew that all along,” he whispers hoarsely, his huge muscular body covering mine, and God, it’s sexy.
“So, you wanted me all this time?” I say, and it’s my turn to take a few loose strands of his hair and tuck them behind his ears. Before Erik, I’d never dated a guy with longer hair than mine, and I thought I would never, ever do that. Why was I so silly?
His big hard cock is right at my opening, pushing through slowly. I’m so wet. So ready.
“Come in already,” I say between my teeth, but he ignores the plea to answer my question.
“I wanted you from the day I met you at the English pub,” he says on my lips.
A flare of ecstasy pumps my hopeful heart, warming my chest until it matches my burning core.
“When I saw your profile on Cinder—your sweet smile, your dark warm eyes, your beautiful face—I thought I’d doom myself, and I was right.”
I smile and grab his cock, aching for him. I’m going to put him in now. He smiles back, and then his fingers enter me, taking my breath away.
“When you told me why you asked me out,” he continues as his fingers go deeper, fogging my mind, his hoarse voice even rougher with the vulnerability he usually never expresses. I squeeze his nape, eager for more—of both what he’s doing with his fingers and what he’s saying. “I was...sad. Disappointed. I wanted it to have been a real date. With the night ending up right where we are now.”
His words are as erotic as his movements. My mind is taken over by pleasure, but I manage to say a breathy, “Really?” Gosh, if I’d known that back then...
“Oh yeah, min skat,” he says right as he reaches my G-spot. I shudder and moan loudly, feeling so good I can’t be quiet. And Erik calling me his treasure? That’s the sexiest thing he could have done.
“I could have said no to you living with me, but part of me knew I had to keep you near,” he goes on, not satisfied with my moan. He’s aiming for a scream. For a full, long-lasting orgasm. One that will make me wake up all the neighbors.
