have calmed down a bit after the conversation at the door.
“I have an appointment at a gallery near Byporten in the City Centre on Monday morning. A new piece has been on my mind, and I’d like to get a start on it. Besides, painting eases my nerves about the meeting.”
He gently brushes strands of loose hair from my face and says quietly, “Of course they’ll want your work. It’s detailed and first rate. As much as I don’t want to, I’m going to run you home now. The party is raging down there. A fight already broke out downstairs and Bern is swamped behind the bar. We’ll both be here ’til well past dawn. This is no place for you here tonight without me by your side. Not enough people know who you are yet, that you’re off limits. I can’t give you my full attention tonight, Elora, and that bothers me.”
“Yes, I think that would be best. I really did enjoy the party. Lisetta is lovely. I’d like to take her up on her offer to get together sometime.”
“Yeah, she’d be a nice friend for you. We can make that happen. I’ll be sure to get you her mobile number.”
His hands span my hips and I’m pulled against his tremendous body. Lips lower down, a breath away from mine. “I want you to come to my garage on Monday at five o’clock. The Jag will be ready then. I’ll follow you back to park it at your flat; then we’re going to ride out to my home. I’m cooking us dinner. Want some alone time with you. Sound good?”
My brows draw together. “You want to cook me dinner?”
“Yeah, and—?”
“Um, well, that would be lovely, actually. I look forward to it.”
I gasp softly as those strong, callused palms clasp each side of my jaw, pulling me up as he lowers his face to whisper silkily, “Where did you come from? You’re like an angel made especially for me.”
Before I can respond his tongue roams the seam of my lips for a moment before sweeping deeply inside my mouth to swirl against mine. I sway into him, the feeling so heady and lush. I’m quickly coming to the realization that with Mikkel, the central thought at the forefront of my mind is simply … more, please.
He pulls back as I sway deeper, aching for the addictive pleasure he bestows on me. He groans in need, “Fuuuuck, I need to give that mouth time and attention I don’t have, with everything going down tonight. Damn shame too, min skjønne .”
My lips are slick and my breathing is ragged as I straighten my shoulders, struggling to respond with grace. “Yes. Right, then. I really should be going.”
In actuality, I want to be as close as possible to him; naked would be at the tip-top of my list.
His lips brush against the top of my hair as he rumbles, “Come with me. Let’s get you home.”
Yes, safe within the flat is most likely the best place for me at this point in the evening. With the memory of being pinned beneath his impressive body on the couch just minutes before, I know that there is absolutely no way I could ever hope to deny him if he took our wicked play to the next level.
I’m a patient girl, and I really hope that specific virtue will pay off, because I already know I can’t wait until the next time we are alone. It’s going to be an unbelievably long wait until Monday.
Chapter Three
Eternal Enemies
S parks fly up from my torch as I fuse a steel pipe onto the body of my latest design. Through the glass of my visor, I catch movement to my right and see a body standing close.
Twisting the propane knob to ‘off,’ I flip open my protective helmet and stare at Bern. “What’s up?”
“Got company, my man … and it’s not the good kind.”
I watch him closely, reading his expression. It’s tight with agitation bordering on unleashed anger. My body locks in place as I ask, “Who?”
“Your old buddy, Dag.”
Fuuuuck. Fuck! Why today? Shit!
In a clipped voice, I ask, “Yeah, okay. He alone?”
“Nope, two of his crew are flanking.”
“Got it. Gunnar around or did
“I have an appointment at a gallery near Byporten in the City Centre on Monday morning. A new piece has been on my mind, and I’d like to get a start on it. Besides, painting eases my nerves about the meeting.”
He gently brushes strands of loose hair from my face and says quietly, “Of course they’ll want your work. It’s detailed and first rate. As much as I don’t want to, I’m going to run you home now. The party is raging down there. A fight already broke out downstairs and Bern is swamped behind the bar. We’ll both be here ’til well past dawn. This is no place for you here tonight without me by your side. Not enough people know who you are yet, that you’re off limits. I can’t give you my full attention tonight, Elora, and that bothers me.”
“Yes, I think that would be best. I really did enjoy the party. Lisetta is lovely. I’d like to take her up on her offer to get together sometime.”
“Yeah, she’d be a nice friend for you. We can make that happen. I’ll be sure to get you her mobile number.”
His hands span my hips and I’m pulled against his tremendous body. Lips lower down, a breath away from mine. “I want you to come to my garage on Monday at five o’clock. The Jag will be ready then. I’ll follow you back to park it at your flat; then we’re going to ride out to my home. I’m cooking us dinner. Want some alone time with you. Sound good?”
My brows draw together. “You want to cook me dinner?”
“Yeah, and—?”
“Um, well, that would be lovely, actually. I look forward to it.”
I gasp softly as those strong, callused palms clasp each side of my jaw, pulling me up as he lowers his face to whisper silkily, “Where did you come from? You’re like an angel made especially for me.”
Before I can respond his tongue roams the seam of my lips for a moment before sweeping deeply inside my mouth to swirl against mine. I sway into him, the feeling so heady and lush. I’m quickly coming to the realization that with Mikkel, the central thought at the forefront of my mind is simply … more, please.
He pulls back as I sway deeper, aching for the addictive pleasure he bestows on me. He groans in need, “Fuuuuck, I need to give that mouth time and attention I don’t have, with everything going down tonight. Damn shame too, min skjønne .”
My lips are slick and my breathing is ragged as I straighten my shoulders, struggling to respond with grace. “Yes. Right, then. I really should be going.”
In actuality, I want to be as close as possible to him; naked would be at the tip-top of my list.
His lips brush against the top of my hair as he rumbles, “Come with me. Let’s get you home.”
Yes, safe within the flat is most likely the best place for me at this point in the evening. With the memory of being pinned beneath his impressive body on the couch just minutes before, I know that there is absolutely no way I could ever hope to deny him if he took our wicked play to the next level.
I’m a patient girl, and I really hope that specific virtue will pay off, because I already know I can’t wait until the next time we are alone. It’s going to be an unbelievably long wait until Monday.
Chapter Three
Eternal Enemies
S parks fly up from my torch as I fuse a steel pipe onto the body of my latest design. Through the glass of my visor, I catch movement to my right and see a body standing close.
Twisting the propane knob to ‘off,’ I flip open my protective helmet and stare at Bern. “What’s up?”
“Got company, my man … and it’s not the good kind.”
I watch him closely, reading his expression. It’s tight with agitation bordering on unleashed anger. My body locks in place as I ask, “Who?”
“Your old buddy, Dag.”
Fuuuuck. Fuck! Why today? Shit!
In a clipped voice, I ask, “Yeah, okay. He alone?”
“Nope, two of his crew are flanking.”
“Got it. Gunnar around or did
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