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Cathy licked her hot, swollen lips and did as he asked. She was left in only her swimming shorts.

He looked at them with a smirk, then hooked the edge with his index finger. “I wondered what these were. No matter. They do not belong on you. Allow me.”

He loomed over her, still on the bed, a mountain shielding the light of the fire behind him. He took the edges of her shorts and pulled them down. The spandex slid down easily. Oh god, she wasn’t even waxed or shaved. Heat rose in her cheeks and spread across her chest as more of her body was exposed to this gorgeous man who took her breath away with or without clothes.

“You look mouthwatering no matter if you wear clothing or do not,” he murmured against her ankle, then kissed it and made his way up, sending small, soft bursts of sweet agony through her skin with every kiss. Or maybe it was from his words. He reached her hip and followed the curve with his lips, continuing up the sensitive skin of her stomach. She arched her body into his mouth, her hands clenching the straw pillow behind her head.

“Can’t believe you are saying that,” she whispered.

He moved to her breasts and cupped one, then took it into his mouth and began massaging and sucking and licking at the same time. A whirlwind of hot sparks spread through her.

“What?” he asked.

“I—Oh…I can’t believe you find me attractive.”

He stilled, then straightened his arms and loomed over her. His face was dark, shadowed by the fire behind him. “What did you say?”

Cathy couldn’t close her mouth. She physically tried, but it wouldn’t close. Had she really just said that out loud? She barely even admitted she thought those things to herself…

“Nothing.”

“You do not believe I find you attractive?” his voice rumbled, low and threatening.

Cathy swallowed. Idiot! That is so not the thing to say to a man. Never reveal your body insecurities to them.

“I—”

She sat up and tried to cover herself, but Andor held her arms. Cathy couldn’t believe she’d started that discussion in the middle of what was the hottest, sexiest experience of her entire life. “I’m fat, okay. I’m afraid you won’t find me attractive. You, a gorgeous man, all confidence and glory.” She exhaled sharply to relieve the knot in her stomach. “There’s the door. Feel free to leave an Andor-shaped hole in it.”

“Fat?” he repeated, shaking his head. “You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met. Feminine yet strong. All curves and muscles. A woman and a warrior. A Valkyrie. Not a tiny mouse I can crush with my weight. You have the most delicious body I have ever seen. I have dreams of you riding me. I do not think there was ever a more perfect woman that walked in Midgard.”

Her eyes prickled, and one tear crawled down her cheek.

“Certainly not where I come from,” she said.

He scooped her into his arms and sat her on his lap. Then kissed the tear away. “I do not know the Los Angeles world. But let me show you how perfect you are in my world.”

He kissed her, spreading the wet saltiness between their lips. His kiss was both possessive and gentle. It was deep but soft, and soon she was melting again in his arms. She wanted to believe him. The strokes of his calloused palms, the swipes of his tongue against hers, sent bliss through every cell of her body.

She wanted him, wanted to learn everything about his body and bring him pleasure. Andor moved his mouth to her cheek and began kissing her jaw, then nibbled down her neck, spurring her desire. When he reached her breasts and took one in his mouth, licking, stroking, sucking, all thoughts evaporated from her head. All she could hear were her moans and whimpers as hot honey spread through her veins from his touches.

Continuing to pleasure her breasts with his mouth, Andor slid his hand down her stomach towards her sex. Cathy tensed a little, and the negative voice began blabbering in her head. Andor stopped for a moment. “No,” he said. “You are tensing. Whatever happens in your head, stop it. Be with me. Savor this moment.”

Cathy breathed out the tension, and his hand continued down into the hair at the apex of her thighs. And a different, sweet kind of tension began burning there. His finger dipped into her folds, and he began exploring, gently and slowly.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned, sinking into waves of liquid sunshine.

She arched into his mouth, her head falling back as she closed her eyes. His finger found the sweetest spot in her body, and she jerked a little, tensing and arching even more. He groaned a little in approval and circled her clitoris, spinning the whirlpool of exquisite agony in her body faster and faster. Perspiration burst through Cathy’s skin, her arousal soaking her entrance, and she moved her hips in time with his seductive rhythm. She ran her palms over his body, his smooth skin, the hills of his muscles, the crisp hair on his chest. He began moaning, too, and his movements became faster, more urgent.

The hot buildup in Cathy reached its peak, and she groaned. “Andor, if you don’t stop now—”

“Do, sweet. I want you to.”

Oh, mother of pearl… Her core tensed, and built, and built, and finally she couldn’t stop it if she tried—she exploded in waves of delicious fire, dissolving, evaporating. For a breath, she stopped existing.

A moment later, when she came back to awareness, shaking a little with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she found herself in Andor’s arms. He wore a satisfied grin.

But she wanted more. She wanted him.