He stood, holding her wrapped in his arms. She kept her legs locked around his waist, gripping him tightly.
“You need anything from down here?” Viking’s voice turned gruff, sending a shiver of desire down her spine.
“I’m good.” Her entire body agreed. The only thing they needed or wanted was the man walking with sure strides toward the steps leading to the primary suite upstairs.
She heard their harsh breathing, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except the two of them and what they were about to do.
“Are you sure you want this?” Viking asked at the top of the stairs, pausing before he went any further.
Jinx gave him a little nip on his ear, hoping that was answer enough. He growled and covered her lips with his, kissing the breath out of her. That was it. One kiss, and he should realize that was all it took to make her crazy for him. Hell, she hadn’t wanted any other man in years, and all it had taken was for Viking to touch her, and she was melting at his feet.
Her mouth opened under his, hoping he never stopped.
He moved toward her room, finding the open door with ease as if he’d been there a hundred times. Time stood still as he settled her on the edge of the mattress, breaking from their kiss. He was breathing hard but not from exertion.
“Damn. I want to kiss and touch you all over. You gonna let me, Jinx?”
She couldn’t respond with words because her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. He seemed to know what her issue was as he moved forward, placing his lips over hers, sliding his tongue inside, stroking against her own. Somehow her armssnaked up around his shoulders, trying to coerce him to lie down with her, but he held back.
“Bekkett, please,” she whispered.
“Oh, I will please you so well you’ll be begging me to stop, Jinx.”
He stood up. His hand went to the hem of his sweater, bringing attention to the outline of his incredibly hard cock pressing against his jeans.Holy shit. That thing is huge.
“Ah, I think we might have a problem,” she mumbled.
Viking tossed his sweater to the side as he reached for her. “What is it?”
She pointed at his groin. “That is never going to fit.”
His smile widened. “I promise it will.”
Jinx wasn’t so sure, but she relaxed as his hands went to the hem of her sweater. She raised her arms, allowing him to drag the red fabric over her head. He made a rough noise in the back of his throat when he looked at her sitting in jeans and her black bra.
“If you tell me you’re wearing matching panties, I might come in my boxer briefs like a boy staring at his daddy’s Playboy magazines for the first time.”Viking kept his eyes glued to where he ran the back of his knuckles over the swells of one breast and then the other.
“What’s your recovery time if you were to do that?” She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples through the fabric.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked the clasp open, moving the straps off one shoulder then the other. He gathered the sweater and bra and placed them next to his own on the chair off to the side of her bed.
Viking pressed the palm of his right hand in the center of her chest, giving just enough pressure to force her to lie back. She let her arms fall beside her head, staring up at the ceiling.
“I love how you trust me to take care of you. It’s like opening presents on Christmas morning. Just lie back and let me take your jeans off. I want to discover what’s underneath all by myself.” He bent forward, kissing her stomach while unsnapping her jeans. He trailed his lips down her abdomen, bestowing each inch a kiss as he exposed it. She raised her hips, helping him divest her of the denim.He swept the black silk and lace down with the jeans, leaving her bare to his gaze.
“Fuck, so damn beautiful. I knew you were absolutely stunning the first time I saw you behind the bar. It took everything in me not to toss your sexy little ass over my shoulder and whisk you away that night. Now, seeing you lying here under me...I don’t know how I controlled myself.”
She reached for him. “You waited less than forty-eight hours.”
“A fucking eternity if you ask me. I should be entered into sainthood.” He flashed her a toothy grin.
She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep from laughing. “Oh, for sure. You betcha.”
He plucked one of her nipples, making her gasp. “You making fun of me, woman?”
Her eyes closed. She tried to close her legs, but he stood between them, making it impossible. “Never,” she lied.
He stared down at her. “There’s that blush I wanted to see. You are stunning with this rosy hue covering you from neck to toe. I can see how much you want me, and that excited me, too.”
