So much to take in. His body shuddered, almost coming from the taste and smell of her alone. Kara quivered in response, her hands grabbing his shoulders, pushing him deeper into her folds.
He found her nub with his lips, pulled it into his mouth and swirled around it with his tongue. She was more than he had imagined. His nose buried in her curls, he breathed in, deeper and deeper.
His cock moved again, his seed near to exploding. Mouth still pressed against her, he panted, pressed a last kiss to her pale thigh, then pushed himself up so his hard length edged against the place his mouth had just left. Once, twice he rubbed against her, feeling her wetness.
She writhed in response. “Risk?” Her eyelids fluttered again, a flash of blue then violet.
“Open for me.”
Not wavering, she spread her delicious thighs wider. He waited, prolonging the anticipation, gazing at her now open sex. Then pulling in a heavy breath, plunged deep into her.
Fast and hard, he couldn’t control his need. Over and over he pounded against her.
She cried out and for a moment he paused, afraid he had hurt her.
“Again,” she urged, tilting her hips up toward him.
He obliged, lifting her legs so he could move even deeper. Her breasts bounced up and down with each movement, her nipples hard. He reached down, capturing one with his fingers as he moved inside her.
“Risk,” she panted, her eyes pure violet, flashing with passion and power. Heat built behind his own. He closed them, praying she didn’t see the fire that lurked inside him.
She began to pant. The sound pushing Risk further over the edge. Her nails scraped along his back, her legs edging higher, letting him go even deeper inside her.
He began to shake, his own release near. She cried out. Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing. His eyes flew open as his own orgasm hit, his seed spilling out, his body shuddering to completion. With a cry, she joined him, her arms clutching his shoulders, her body quivering and shaking beneath him.
The after waves of her orgasm still shaking her body, her heart still pounding, and her muscles still quivering with her release, Kara reached up to press her hand against Risk’s face. His eyes closed, he turned his face to place a soft kiss into her palm.
A little buzz of electricity tickled against her palm. Startled, she stared up at Risk, but he just pressed a second kiss to her palm, and lowered his head to press another to her cheek. She sighed. He thrilled her, made her feel alive and safe at the same time. Something Kelly would probably say was impossible. Her sister was always on the hunt for the next big hair-raising adventure, saying it made her feel alive. Safe equaled dull for Kelly.
But then, Risk was far from dull. Kara smiled, brushed her fingers through his blond hair.
He shifted, moving her onto her side so they were curled against each other, his bare skin warming her more than the fire that snapped and popped in the hearth.
“Risk?” she asked, her head nestled against his chest, her hand clasping his arm that was draped about her waist.
“Temptation?” he replied.
Her lips curved. Temptation. She liked being someone’s temptation. “The night you found me, and took me back to your cabin…”
His chest tensed behind her.
“I…I woke up naked. Why?”
With a low laugh, he relaxed back against her. “You needed sleep, little witch. Would you sleep with your clothes on?”
She raised her eyebrows. Oh. “So, nothing…?”
“Happened?” He laughed again, cleared her hair away from her ear, and whispered in her ear. “Will you so easily forget what we just did?”
“Never.” With a purr, she turned in his arms so she faced him, and unable to believe her good luck, reached her hand to caress his face again. God, he was beautiful. Full lips. Chiseled face, and hazel eyes that seemed to change color by the second. Her world would be perfect, if she could just find Kelly — or when she found Kelly.
Murmuring a word she didn’t understand, Norwegian she guessed, he caught her hand in his and lowered his lips to her palm again.
This time the crackle where his lips touched her was undeniable. Kara pulled back, still unsure of the sensation. Risk froze.
“Did you feel that?” she whispered.
He closed his eyes, nodded his head. “Your power. I think you’ve found it.”
Her power. She did have powers — or the ability to store and release power. However it worked, she had it. She pulled her hand back, scraping her fingers along the rough stubble on Risk’s chin as she did, and stared at her palm. Powers. Could she use them to help find Kelly?
She glanced up at Risk, excitement bringing a smile to her lips. “Do you know what this means?”
Risk pushed off the couch, grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. “Yes, I do.”
Kara sat up. Not even bothering with her own clothes, she bounded to her feet.
Risk strode across the room, picked up a poker and stabbed at the fire.
“Kelly. This means maybe I can find Kelly. I just need to learn how to use them.” She tilted her head, peering at Risk. “Are you sure your boss wouldn’t—?”
He spun, the poker knocking a smoldering log from the hearth with his movement. “I told you no. Lusse is no help to you.”
The log crumbled, a piece rolling off the brick and onto the wool rug that lay beside it.
“Risk.” Kara stared at the smoking log. The smell of burning wool filling the room.
He stared back at her, his muscles bulging, the poker hanging at his side.
“Risk,” she yelled.
He blinked, glanced down at the smoking rug, and cursed. Dropping the poker with a dull thunk, he grabbed the glowing log and tossed it back into the hearth. Then smothered the remaining embers with his shirt, which lay a few feet away.
Kara ran to his side and grabbed both his hands in hers. “Are you okay? Are you burned?”
He stared down at her, his gaze unreadable.
“Risk, did you hear me?” Kara flipped his hands over, running her fingers over his broad palms. Not a burn in sight. She heaved out a breath. “What were you thinking? You could have hurt yourself.”
He stared down at his hands, clasped in hers, then laughed without humor. “I could walk through Muspelheim unscathed, little witch. It isn’t fire I fear.” He glanced up; a tinge of uncertainty colored his gaze.
A frown furrowed Kara’s brow. What had happened? Had she done something wrong? She opened her mouth to ask, to gain reassurance, but he pulled his hands from hers and strode to the couch to retrieve her clothing.
“I need to leave for a while,” he said.
Kara’s mouth snapped shut. He was leaving her.
“I have to check on Lusse,” he continued. “Wait here. I’ll come back.”
Kara tilted her head, studying him. There was no sign of anger in his demeanor, more sadness and resolve. Just a man who needed to check in with his boss, nothing else. It was unfair of her to expect him to forget everything for her, wasn’t it?
He padded back to her side, and pulled her T-shirt over her head so gently Kara barely felt the shirt being tugged into place.
She stood there, letting him, enjoying his touch even while she mourned his leaving.
With the shirt on, he pulled her long hair through the neck opening too, letting the length trail through his hands until it tumbled down her back. “We’ll sift through what we’ve learned, and we will find your sister.”
With that said, he tilted her face up with one finger and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.
Kara stood there, telling herself it was fine. He had to leave. He’d be back, and until then she had all kinds of things to sort out herself.
Risk left Kara standing with her back to the fire, her jeans held in front of her, her legs still bare. He had to leave. Needed space to think about what was happening to him — what his newfound fears for Kara meant, what her powers meant. How he could keep her safe and use her to separate him from Lusse at the same time.
