was something about that arctic blue gaze of his and the way he fixed it on her, as if he didn’t care what that kind of intense focus might tell her about him. It was the way he’d stayed there, low before the fire as if he didn’t hum with all that lethal energy and had done nothing but...watch.
Even thinking about it made her shudder where he held her, lifted up and off the bed though her shoulders were still pressed into the mattress.
And Thor was still dressed.
Somehow that made it all hotter. Dirtier. He was fully clothed while she writhed about, flushed red and naked and wide-open to him.
Imagining what she must look like to him made her shudder again, perilously close to another wild shattering.
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