Tor reached over
the arm of the sofa, pulled up a cushion and threw it at her. Vika threw it
back, knocking over her wineglass at the same time.
“Here, let me
get you a refill.” Kala reached for the bottle, but it was empty. Vika stood
and made for the door, picking up her jacket from the hook on the back on her
run out and get another one. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
the cushion after her, hitting the door instead.
“I can see why
you and my sister get on so well.” Tor raised an eyebrow. “You’re both drunks.”
“Oh, shut up.
I’m still technically a student. I can drink if I like.”
“Soon to be a
writer and they drink a lot, too, I’ve heard.”
Kala laughed. “I
don’t know about journalists, though. Although I’d quite like to be a writer,
too—novels or something. I don’t know what kind yet.”
“I’ll keep my
eyes open for your hot new release.”
Kala held his
gaze, her insides stirring strangely. Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was
something in the words hot release that made a rush of heat flow through her
body, her skin tingling.
After a long moment,
Tor spoke again. “So, Vika thinks you need a man.”
“I don’t need a
man. I may want a man.”
Something flickered across Tor’s face, his eyes glowing. He shifted onto his
knees, leaning over the arm of the sofa, his face close to hers. “What sort of
man do you want?”
“Oh, you know.
We hotshot journalists don’t like to be tied down.” Kala gave him a taunting
look, leaning closer to him so that their faces were almost touching. “Tall,
dark, commitment-phobic. That’ll do me.”
“I can help you
A sudden rush of
movement and Tor’s mouth was on hers.
This is a bad
idea. He’s Vika’s brother.
But somehow she
no longer cared and Tor was right here and he was moving, moving over the arm
of the sofa as they were still kissing, then his body was pressing down onto
hers and they were still—
To hell with it,
she thought and arched up against him, tangling her fingers in his hair.
She felt his
hard cock through his jeans as it brushed against her leg, sending a dart of
wet heat straight to her cunt. His hands ran down, caressing her neck, her
shoulders, cupping her breasts and rolling his thumbs over her nipples through
Then the sound
of the lock clicking.
rolled off her and onto the floor, twisting round to position himself back at
the side of the sofa. Kala sat up and ran a hand through her hair.
Shit, that was
wine,” Vika announced as she came through the door, shopping bag in hand. “I
got back as fast as I could.”