Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Berk
I pull her into my arms as soon as she’s locked her apartment door.
I would have asked for the grand tour, but this desperate need that has been building inside me since I first met Astrid can’t be tamed.
I kiss her roughly, winding my fingers through the soft strands of her hair as she whimpers.
Fuck.
I’ve wanted women in the past, but not like this.
I break the kiss to trail my lips over her cheek, down the smooth skin of her neck until I reach her shoulder.
I take a second to breathe her in.
“I have condoms,” she whispers. “In my bedroom.”
I’m grateful for that because the condoms I bought are sitting in a room at the Bishop Hotel Tribeca.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask as I skim a hand over her back.
She hesitates long enough that I stop kissing her shoulder to look into her eyes.
I see calmness there, sureness. I see a woman who wants me just as much as I want her.
“You’re all right with being here, aren’t you?” she asks softly with concern woven into each word. “I think…or know…or maybe I’m just guessing here, but you usually take women to a hotel room, don’t you?”
I feel no embarrassment. I’ve done that out of necessity. I can’t take a woman to my home, and I’ve never wanted to drop myself into a woman’s bed only to walk out of her life a few hours later.
I don’t want to walk out of Astrid’s life after this.
I can’t see beyond a few hours from now, but I know that I won’t get enough of her tonight.
I’ll want more of the taste of her kiss, the softness of her skin, and what I imagine is the velvet heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
“I want to be here,” I assure her with a kiss on her mouth. “I want this.”
Her eyes brighten. “What are we waiting for?”
I drop my hands to tug on the bottom hem of her sweater. “I’ve wanted you naked all night.”
She responds to that by lifting her arms in the air. “Be my guest.”
I tug the sweater over her head, and my jaw goes slack instantly because she’s not wearing a bra.
I stare at her body, at her swollen breasts with their perked pink nipples.
Christ.
I feel weakened to the depth of my soul by her beauty.
Her arms move as though she’s going to shield herself from my gaze, but they stall in mid-air. “I’m cold. Come to bed with me, Berk.”
Her hand reaches out to me, and I take it.
I let her guide me down a hallway toward her bedroom, already knowing that this experience will stay with me until I draw my last breath on this earth.
As soon as I’ve stripped her clothes off, I toss her on her back in the center of her bed and stare.
I want to crawl over her, kiss a path down her body, and feast on her pussy, but I can’t move.
I take in the sight in front of me, trying to imprint it into my memory.
Her hair is spread out around her shoulders, her breasts still waiting for my attention, and as my gaze drifts down over the sweet soft curves of her stomach, I stop to stare at her smooth core.
“Are you going to join me?” she asks with a curl of her index finger. “Take off your clothes, Berk, or I will.”
I glance down at my suit and shirt. My gaze falls beyond that to my freshly polished shoes.
I start to reach for my tie, but Astrid moves.
She crawls across the bed, slides off it and onto her knees in one fluid movement.
The sight of her in front of me sends all the blood in my body rushing to my dick.
I’m suddenly harder than I was two minutes ago, which seems impossible, yet I’m aching. I’m craving her touch.
Her hands move swiftly as she unbuckles my belt, then the button on my pants and when the sound of my zipper being yanked down pierces the silence in the room, I hiss.
“Astrid,” I bite her name out through clenched teeth. “I want to taste you.”
Her green eyes linger on my open pants before she trails her gaze up my body until she’s looking at my face. “Me first.”
The part of me that wants to feed her my cock battles with my desire to lick her until she screams.
All I can manage to do is nod.
“Thank you,” she says as if I’m doing her a favor.
Fuck.
I tangle my fingers in her hair when I feel the first touch of her hand on my cock, and when she frees it from the confines of my boxer briefs, I groan as she kisses the crown before gliding her tongue over the length.
“So good,” she whispers as she steals a glance at my face.
“So good,” I breathe out in a growl.
My eyes roll back as I fuck her mouth with slow, steady thrusts driven by her moans, and the intense feeling of my cock hitting the back of her throat.