She nodded.
He got a mischievous glint in his eye.“I’m fairly certain I didn’t tickle you here.”
She squeezed her eyes as he pressed gently against her.
“I’m fairly certain ye did,” she breathed.
“Are you absolutely sure?”he asked, rubbing across her.
“Aye,” she said tightly.
“Very well then.”
He rooted under the hem of her leine and tossed the fabric back to expose her.
She felt his breath like a warm summer wind blowing across her sensitive flesh.
He opened the petals of her womanhood and lavished his generous apology upon the bud of her desire.
Lost in a haze of love and longing, she rolled her head across the pallet and bunched the bedlinens in her fists.When she could endure no more of his intense attentions, she arched up off the bed.Then her body erupted in spasms of joy.
Lying on the soft bed, satiated, she felt a lovely sort of apathy.They were safe here.Nobody would intrude.She was free to be herself, pure and brave and naked.That sense of shamelessness inspired her to remove all her clothing.She wanted him to see her as she was.Wanted to be an Eve to his Adam.Wanted to feel his flesh against hers.
At first he only watched her.When she was completely undressed, she spread her limbs before him like a heathen sacrifice.Like she was his for the taking.
He looked at her with such ardor and hunger, it made her feel faint.One glance below his belt told her he was nigh bursting with desire.Yet he held back, trying to stifle his animal instincts.
“I want to see ye,” she murmured.
His chest heaved as he gazed silently at her.
“Lie with me,” she said.
She could see a battle raging in his eyes.
She clarified.“Now that we have a real bed, I want to feel ye next to me.To feel your warm flesh against mine.To feel our hearts beatin’ together.”
He still looked wary.
She let her gaze fall to the male part of him, straining against his trews with fierce need.
She licked her lips and whispered, “If ye like, we can lie together, and I can use my hand.”
The silver flash of passion in his eyes was answer enough.He unbuckled his belt.Kicked off his boots, Stripped off his clothes.And when he wrested out of his braies, his cock—big and bold and brazen—almost gave her pause.
Was she sure she was ready for this?
But there was no time to reconsider.In the next moment, he stretched out beside her on the pallet.And though they hadn’t yet made contact, she could feel the heat of his need like the glow coming off of a blacksmith’s forge.
Suddenly he loomed large and imposing.She felt overwhelmed and overpowered.Despite his gentle, caring nature, being this close to his naked body reminded her that he was a fierce and dangerous warrior with Viking blood and shoulders like an ox.
What if he became angry with her?
But in the next instant, she forgot her fears.He draped one leg over hers and drew her close, taking her into the circle of his arms and cradling her against his chest.Strength and warmth and energy emanated from him as he surrounded her in his protective love.
He must have felt their combined potency too.He moved his hands over her, groaning at the sweet friction between them.
With bold purpose, she sought out his staff with her hand, wrapping her fingers around the firm column.
