When Sven broke the kiss, the magic that lulled her stopped short, leaving her half- awake and dazed.
“I…Uhm. Sorry. Did you say something?” Annalise slurred like a drunkard.
“I thought so.”
Annalise tried hard to focus but her brain wasn’t cooperating.
“You want me,” he said. His eyes became unnaturally luminous. “I wish you’d be more honest with your feelings. Especially when you’re so blunt about everything else.”
“But this isn’t in the prenup.”
“No. No, it isn’t.”
“It would cause a problem when we’re getting divorced.”
“Anna, let me set something straight. I have no intention of divorcing you.”
Huh? She sobered up immediately.
“I love you. I love having you in my life. I don’t want anything to change. If that makes me selfish, so be it. And that being said, can we at least try to have a normal married life?”
She thought about it for a minute. She couldn’t deny it was also what she wanted. “I…I’d love to try.”
“Thank you.” Sven kissed her again. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her in the middle of the bed. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek. For a moment, Sven didn’t do anything. He just stared at her as if he was drinking in the outline of her features.
Annalise touched his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble. Sven was one of the few men who could wear stubble dazzlingly.. She licked her lips unconsciously. God, she just realized how badly she wanted this man. As badly as she needed her next breath. Why did she play a cat and mouse game with him? Sven treated her nicely, and so far he had never lied to her. She was always over-thinking stuff then drawing the wrong conclusion.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, begging.
Sven purred. His voice rivaled a big cat in the zoo. “Say the magic word.”
“Please?”
“Not that. What do you call your husband?”
“Honey.”
“I like that sound.”
“Darling.”
“That’s even better.”
“Would thou bestow me a kiss, milord?”
“Oh my, how could I refuse that one?”
Sven laughed in a low tone, and she felt bass timbre hitting the base of her spine. He sounded so damn sexy each time he did that. She would never get bored hearing it. He was such an epitome of masculinity, a wet dream of every woman’s naughtiest fantasy. Sven brushed his lips on the tip of her nose and briefly on her lips. She opened her mouth, waiting for his kiss. But he didn’t kiss her right away. He teased. He purred again and licked her lips. The effect was instantaneous: hot, searing her alive. High-octane lust flamed within her.
“Sven!”
“Hmm?” He traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue.
Annalise halted her breath. She became impatient. But Sven loved to tease. She knew that. The ache between her thighs intensified. Her sex moistened. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on like this. Not even when she made out with her first and last boyfriend. No, Cole had never made her feel this way. Sven was different. Sven’s sex appeal was so potent, her heart danced wild and blood pounded hard in her veins each time he was within her reach.
Sven lowered his head until their faces were a mere hairsbreadth away. She could see the vivid color of his eyes and how lush the dark fan of his eyelashes were. His gaze was penetrating, yet soulful at the same time. He drowned her in pure heat. A low growl escaped his throat. He kissed her. Slowly and at the same time so full of passion.
Annalise wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss. She couldn’t think straight. It felt like she was wadding in a pool of molasses, guided only by her instinct. She wanted more of his kisses. She wanted to be touched, to be loved and to be claimed properly. She wanted to feel him all over. Skin to skin. And nothing in between.
She wanted him inside her.
Her heart gave a wild jolt when Sven slipped a hand under her sweater, moving up and cupping her breast. She forgot that Sven was a big man with a big hand. She was generous in the chest department and yet her best asset easily fitted in his palm.
Annalise felt drunk even though not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Warm and heady, being loved by Sven was intoxicating.
He kissed her and kissed her again, and it became urgent with need. He suddenly stopped. “Sorry. I don’t want to rush this. I’ve been fantasizing about making love to you for a very long time. I’m going to savor you slowly.” He gave her a quick butterfly kiss on her lips. “And thoroughly. Very thoroughly.”