Soren’s rumble of need was drowned out by my moan as I broke the kiss, looking at him, seeing the same desire on his face that I felt surging through me.

“Been waiting for you,” Soren said, his head lowering to press a kiss to the side of my throat. “Every night,” he added, pulling my collar to the side to kiss across my collarbone.

A shiver slid down my spine. At his words. At the sweetness of his lips.

His fingers moved down, pulling my tee up.

I sat back, raising my arms for him to remove the material.

I had no idea if the tremble that moved through me was due to the cool air in his apartment or the heat in his gaze, but Soren felt it, then leaned forward, pressing his face to the center of my chest, breathing me in, his soft hair brushing over my sensitive skin.

My hand rose, curling around the back of his neck, holding him against me, consumed by the sweetness of the moment, the softness, the intimacy—things men had never offered me before. Things I never would have accepted.

His lips pressed into my sternum before his hand lifted, slipping one of my bra straps off my shoulder. Then the other.

His hands skimmed down my sides and around my back, working the clasps free, then pulling the material away, tossing it to the floor—already forgotten.

His warm breath drifted across my bare skin, making my nipples twist, and dragging a needy little whimper out of me.

Soren sucked in a deep breath, looking for some control, then exhaled before slipping to the side and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

A choked moan escaped me as I arched into the sensation, breathing going quick and shallow, heartbeat thrumming.

His tongue moved out, circling, making goosebumps pebble up across my skin as the pressure on my lower stomach grew.

His other hand sneaked upward, closing over my other breast, squeezing. Then his fingers were circling, rolling, lightly pinching.

His head shifted, sucking my other nipple into his mouth as his hand went to my other breast.

A tremble moved through me as he continued to tease, in no hurry to move on, like he’d been dreaming of just this moment for so long that he didn’t want to rush it.

It was my own need that was impatient, demanding.

I rocked against his lap, needing the friction of his hardness against me.

A rumble moved through Soren at the sensation, the sensation of it vibrating against my chest.

His hands went around me, arms braced up my back, hands holding my shoulders.

I had no idea of his intention until he was suddenly bending me back, bracing my body against his thighs and arms.

My legs clamped to his sides.

Then he was between my breasts again, kissing down the center of my stomach, making my muscles tighten, making my belly flutter.