EXCERPT

    Formerly "Bad Boys" *
     by Sally Apple

"Let’s get you into bed." Thor scooped Shelley up in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

She enjoyed the short ride through the tilting house. Now that her feet had left the floor, disorientation became more pronounced. "I didn't drink that much. I'm not even tipsy, you know."

"Of course not." He laid her on the bed and removed her shoes and socks. His warm hands on her bare feet felt incredibly sensual. He massaged her toes and the ball of one foot, causing unrelated areas of her body to twitch with pleasure.

"Ah, that feels good," she said. "Don’t quit now."

"You little vixen … You could tempt a saint!" After massaging both her feet, he straightened to lean over her and unbutton her jeans.

Yes, she thought. Yes! Fire spread through her, out of control.

Strong hands pulled her blouse loose from her jeans and carefully unfastened the buttons down the front. He pulled her into a sitting position long enough to remove the blouse and unfasten her bra in back.

Cool air flowed over her bare breasts, causing her nipples to harden. She lay back on the bed, luxuriating in the sensual awareness he roused in her.

"God, you’re beautiful!" He gazed at her for a moment, then reached out with one hand to cup her breast. He gently squeezed the fullness, then rubbed his thumb pad across her erect nipple.

The cool air flowing across her skin contrasted with his warm hands stroking her body. She sighed with pleasure, wanting more. If he only knew what his touch did to her self-control!

When he put both his hands on her breasts, she smiled and raised her arms over her head, stretching like a cat. "Do you want to know why I really went to your shop this afternoon?"

"I haven't a clue."

"I was trying to get up enough nerve to ask you …"

"Ask me what?"

"If you would make good on your offer."

"Baby, you know I will." His hands stroked her body from rib cage to hip, then gripped the waistband of her jeans and popped the button free.

The way he groped for the zipper under the fly and widened the opening in her jeans made her crazy. She thrust her hips up against his forearm, whimpering from the force of her desire. If he so much as touched her where it counted, she would become his willing slave.

He slid the denim down her legs, and she kicked the pants off her ankles. With a wistful sound, he knelt on the floor beside the bed and lowered his head to kiss the inside of her knee.

"Don’t go," she begged. "Please. Sleep with me tonight."

He pulled his shirt off over his head. "I have no intention of leaving."

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