Soft fingers ran down the crease of my spine. Tickles prickled my skin and I bit my lower lip, burying my face in the pillow as giggles burbled up inside of me.

Loki’s lips pressed against my shoulder blade. The tickles were replaced with pulsing heat. I sighed and hugged the pillow tighter. What was he trying to do to me?

“That feels nice,” I muttered.

He chuckled and pressed closer to me so I could feel his body against mine. From the edge of my shoulder all the ...