face. Running a finger across his brow, she traced the worry line that was forming there. “Be yourself, Eirik. Don’t be scared of who you are.”
This time he did lean down and press his lips against hers. All her thoughts, all her dreams about what it would feel like, were nothing compared to the real thing. So soft, so warm, his lips moved against hers and she had to grasp his shirt with her hands to keep herself on her feet. Her knees threaten to buckle under her, while her body threatened to give itself to him right here right now.
He moved another step forward, invading her space, pressing his body between her thighs. She slipped her feet further apart and allowed him to press himself against her. The tiny bundle of nerves at the centre of her need throbbed to be touched by him, to be stroked until she came in his arms. That was how close she was to a climax that had been bubbling under the surface of her emotions all day.
Placing his hand behind her, he pressed the small of her back into his body. She moulded to him, her arm shifting to encircle his neck. Still his lips moved, questioning her. Parting them slightly, she gave him her answer. She wanted this as much as he did. If not more. When his tongue pressed for entry, she met him, entwining with his, tasting him, and teasing him.
Then just as suddenly, he pulled away, a heart-rending groan escaping him. “I’m sorry,” he said roughly. “I don’t want you to think I brought you out to dinner expecting something in return.”
“I don’t think that.” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“I should take you home.”
He moved to pull away but she caught his hand and pulled him back. “Eirik, you have done nothing wrong.”
“This shouldn’t be happening. I am not your mate.”
“This is my choice too. Like I said, I do not want to find my mate. So if you are offering me a relationship built on friendship, then I would take it.”
“I want more than friendship.”
She couldn’t resist his honesty. This was no time for brushing him off. Her choice was clear: she either told him her feelings were the same or said goodbye to him. Their mutual attraction was too strong. If only ... she thought. If only he was the one.
“So do I. Eirik. I know it’s sudden. I know it’s not the real thing. But I have feelings for you that I never knew I was capable of.”
He came back to her and kissed her once more, pulling her to him. This time his mouth was fierce, a claiming of sorts. They might not be mated, but there was a spark between them that threatened to turn into a flame. His hand went between her thighs and he rubbed her clit through the fabric of her pants. She gasped against him. Damn, it felt so good, so very, very good.
Feeling like a tramp, she allowed him to kiss her and touch her until she came right there in the parking lot. When her orgasm hit her, she had to bury her face in his shoulder and smother her cries. Her fingers dug into him, kneading his flesh. Wave after wave of pleasure passed over her, through her, and made her want him even more.
When he finally released her, she sagged back against his car, gasping for air. At first, she couldn’t meet his eyes, feeling ashamed that she had let herself go in front of him. But when he lifted her chin and kissed her lips lightly, she looked deep into those soft brown eyes. There was nothing but warmth there. This was a man who would never tease her, never betray her, and always be there for her.
As he helped her into the car, she said to him. “I think the council should know how lucky they are to have a man like you, Eirik.”
“Wow, was it that good?”
She grasped his hand and pressed her lips to it. “You are a good man, Eirik McCormac.”
“Damn it, Drew. I wish we were meant to be together.”
“Stupid fated mates.”
He kissed her quickly. “Stupid fated mates,” he murmured.
Chapter Thirteen - Eirik
He had never tasted anything so good as Drew had