“A total flirt.”
“Are you going to list off all the reasons you’re in love with me?”
“And possibly insane.”
He goes to say something else, but I cut him off with a kiss.
“And you’re brave,” I say. “Kind.” Kiss. “Good.”
He smirks against my lips, and from the corner of my eye, I see his hand does a 50/50 gesture.
I grin, grabbing that hand and entwining our fingers.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he repeats, kissing me again and again…
“It’s a list of reasons…”
Ketill’s gaze softens, the dimple in his cheek sweet as he lays me down on the mess of blankets and runs his hands down my heated body. The only thing between us is the shadows of dancing flames.
Sitting above me, Ketill is so blindly beautiful and masculine and naked. His chest is wide with dark hair that runs down his torso towards his thick cock that juts from a patch of hair between his thick, hairy thighs. I can’t stop touching him.
“You don’t have any rune tattoos,” I say, voice catching.
“Neither do you,” he teases, leaning down to kiss the hollow of my throat, down my chest. I gasp when he bites my nipple. His other hand stroking down to my softer stomach. A moan cracks from my chest when his calloused hand wraps around my cock. “But you do have this, and it is very nice.”
My hips buck as he gives me a slow, sensual rub down. “Just nice?”
A deep chuckle leaves Ketill.
“So nowyouwant a list of all your amazing qualities?” Ketill hums, and I laugh when he shoots up to kiss my mouth, his hand still around my cock.
“I don’t need my ego stroked like you.”
He nips my jaw. “I can stop…?” His hand pauses.
I level him with a glare.
“I didn’t think so.” Ketill grins, reaching for his discarded trousers and tugging them over. He pulls out a few sachets of lube and condoms.
“I can’t believe you actually had them on you.”
He shoots me a mischievous grin. “Always be prepared. Like the Boy Scouts.”
My eyebrow twitches. “So in your Norse village, they had Boy Scouts?”
“Sure.” He sits up, the fire lighting up the sweat glistening on his body, his mouth stretched into a grin as he tears the lube open with his teeth. “I could go into more detail, or I could finger you open?”
My breath hitches, and I reach out to run my hands across his long torso. “Option two.”
“Whatever you want, treasure.” He pours lube over his fingers, then throws the packet away. “As a vampire, I can’t get sick or get you sick.” His eyes flicker over to the condoms, then back to me.
“I…I trust you.” Stupidly, ridiculously, annoyingly, I trust Ketill.
He smiles, his body curving over mine before his wicked mouth hovering above my twitching cock.
Scorching heat engulfs the head of my cock as a hand plays with my balls, stroking and rolling. I gasp as his fingers edge down and roam around my rim as his mouth sinks deeper.
