Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
It was official. She definitely needed a new job.
When Isa stepped into the house, her mouth dropped open and she paused. Their table, which was between the couch and kitchen was laid out with tablecloth and candles. The lights had been dimmed in the rest of the room and there was soft music playing.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
“There you are. I was wondering if I was going to have to go looking for you.” Loki was smiling, but there was a note of worry in his voice.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she put down her handbag and stripped off her blazer. “When I tried to start my car, I discovered that my battery was dead.”
She decided not to tell him about the open car door. She wasn’t in the mood for a scolding.
Oh, she better text Remy that she was home. She fired him off a text and he sent her back a good night.
“What is all this?” she asked.
“I thought we could have a romantic dinner,” Loki told her, holding out his hand.
She smiled shyly at him, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the table.
It was silly, she’d had thousands of dinners with this man.
But now she was nervous.
He drew out her chair and then disappeared into the kitchen, returning with plates of spaghetti with toasted ciabatta.
Her favorite dinner.
God. There she went getting all teary-eyed again.
“Tink? Are you all right?” Loki asked as he sat to the right of where she sat at the head.
Turning, she threw herself at him and he caught her. Pushing his chair back, he settled her on his lap.
“Hey now.” Loki held her tight. “Are you all right? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“I just . . . I really appreciate you.” She drew back and looked up at him. “Not sure if I’ve ever told you this, but your friendship . . . it means everything to me and now you’re mine. And it’s like every dream I ever had.”
Well . . . the dreams where she had both of them.
And that was even better.
“It should have been our reality a long time ago. If everything hadn’t gone to shit.” His face turned pensive. “I’m sorry it took so long for us to get here, Tink.”
“I think that maybe it was always meant to be like this. And I’ve got no complaints.” Cupping his face, she leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss soon deepened and she ran her hands through his hair. Sunday night, she’d been too tired to do anything but climb into bed and sleep.
Loki hadn’t wanted to sleep with her without Remy there and she hadn’t pushed him.
Last night, he’d eaten her out, then held her until she fell asleep.
But tonight, she had something much different in mind.
“I want you, Loki. Please.”
He swallowed. For a moment, he looked nervous. She understood. It felt like they’d been heading toward this point for years. And yet they were always too scared to take it that one step further.
Until Remy.
He cleared his throat. “Remy?”
She shook her head. She’d been thinking about this. “I like that you guys are working more as a unit. I like when the three of us spend time together. But there are times when I just want to be with one of you. Our own dates. Spending time just the two of us, you know? It’s like I want a relationship with just you, just him, then the three of us. Is that . . . is that wrong?”
“No, Tink. God, no. I think that sounds fucking perfect.” He bent down, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I want this to be perfect.”
“I don’t think anything in life is. But that’s okay . . . because sometimes the best things in life come about from a mistake . . . from something wrong. Perfect is overrated.”
“Tink. God.” He stood and held her against him, his arm under her ass. “I may not last long.”
“We’ve got all night.” Well, not really because she needed her sleep. But hey, it sounded good, right?
“Fuck, yes.” He carried her into his room this time. She was all right with that. “I want you in my bed. I want to smell you when I go to sleep and when I wake up.”
Okay. Now she was blushing so bad. But she understood that he didn’t mean it in a bad way.
“Want you to soak my sheets.”
“Loki!” she protested as he threw her gently on the bed.
He grinned down at her. “I intend to spend so much time between your thighs . . . you’ll soak my lips, chin, my sheets.”
“I will not!”
Dear Lord. The things he said.
Then he stood at the end of the bed and stripped. Her mouth went dry. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his bare chest plenty of times . . . but it was different now.