“If you’re worried about me,” I say. “Show some initiative.”
Arya tilts her head, causing dark waves to float against her arm. She has great muscle tone. The outline of her deltoid is clearly visible under her smooth skin.
“In what way?” She rubs her arms and shifts her weight between her feet. There’s pent-up adrenaline in her, too.
“Come to bed, and I’ll show you.”
She turns off the lights, so we’ve only got the small glint from a nightlight in the corner. As my eyes adjust, she sits on the edge of the bed.
“Are you wearing anything under that?” I ask. “If so, take them off.”
She bites the edge of her lip. “We shouldn’t tonight, Viking. Give your body a rest.”
I push the blanket down to reveal my erection. “My body’s not interested in resting.”
She licks her lips as her dark eyes eat me up. “If I don’t touch you, it’ll go down on its own, right?”
My hand catches her arm, and I pull her closer. “If you really want to keep me from popping my stitches, you’ll be a good girl and climb on. Instead of making me lift you.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
I start to pick her up, and she immediately shifts closer to prevent it. “Don’t. I’ll do it.”
My grip loosens, but I don’t release her. I’m not going to risk her sliding from the bed.
“For God’s sake, rest back before you hurt yourself,” she says impatiently.
“Watch your tone, Arya.”
She goes still for a moment, and her brow arches. “You think I’m wrong? I was right about your wound being dangerous. That’s why you got so thirsty.”
“I trust your judgment.” Leaning back against the pillows, I settle in. “But when we’re in bed, I expect you to be sweet. The way we both know you can be.”
“And are you going to be sweet to me, too?” There’s an unmistakable challenge in her voice.
“I doubt you want me to be sweet. Are you sure that’s what you’d like?”
She licks her lower lip and cocks her head, her dark eyes intent. “Even if I did, I don’t think you could deliver. Sweet and affectionate aren’t in your wheelhouse, Viking.”
She’s not wrong, but she’s coming dangerously close to that tart tone again. I like our verbal sparring when we’re outside the bedroom, but not here. Also, tonight, I really want her to purr in my ear and call me baby again.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Arya shimmies out of her panties, and raising the nightgown to her upper thighs, she straddles my hips. “We were almost killed.”
“Exactly.”
Her gaze locks with mine, and understanding passes between us.
“All right, let’s try,” she whispers, taking my cock in her hand and sliding it to the entrance of her pussy.
Her lower lips are soft, and the slick seam causes my cock to jerk with errant hunger. Her fingers tighten around the base as she lowers herself. Both of us groan as she uses me to impale herself. The soft, strong walls of her pussy close around me tightly.
“Oh, my God.” Her voice is raspy as she sinks lower. “You’re so thick.”
Without realizing it, I’ve started to sit forward. Her cool palm rests against my chest and pushes to remind me to lie back.
“Please be careful, Erik.” Her tone is sweeter now, which works.
I drop back onto the pillows, my fists clenching. I’m ready for her to ride me, but she’s moving as if she’s still testing the saddle.
