"Vervain."Thor pulled back, panting a little. "I don't want to rush this. Let me look at you. Let me savor this moment."
"Oh, you're good."I started to unbutton his shirt.
"Good?"He smiled, but it was a tad confused.
"Smooth."There went another button, another, and another. Oh, sweet sacred Viking, look at that chest. All golden skin and curving muscles. "I guess you've had centuries to practice your pillow talk, though."
"Pillow talk?"Thor threw his unbuttoned shirt aside and grabbed my questing hands. "You think what I'm saying is meaningless romantic coercion?"
"Then again"-I frowned—"that just ruined the mood a bit."
"Vervain, what do I have to do to make you believe that I want you?"
"I believe, I believe!"I reached for his belt, and he took my hands again. I sighed and went further, "I could sing a damn Monkeys' song, I believe so much."
"Now, who's pillow talking?"He rolled his eyes.
"Ugh!"I threw up my hands. "What do I have to do to get you to fuck me?"