Whatever nerves I’d felt last time were gone. I just wanted him. All of him.
Dropping my head against the wall, I speared his hair with my fingers, gently nudging him lower. He needed no more encouragement than that. He tugged down the front of my tunic until the low-cut neckline slid beneath the bottom curve of my breast, exposing my nipple. My peak tightened in the cold air.
His warmth consumed me as his tongue drifted across my breast. I arched against him, tightening my grip on his hair.
Gently, he cupped my exposed breast and explored every inch with his tongue, lighting up my core with an ache that throbbed through me like a thunderstorm. He shifted closer; his hard length drove into the apex of my thighs.
The building heat between us settled there.
Desperate for more, I tugged at his clothes. He lowered me to the floor and yanked off his tunic, tossing it into the far corner of the wagon. My eyes consumed the hard planes of his chest, scarred by his struggles. I reached out for him. Only a second passed before he erased the distance between us again, like he couldn’t bear for our bodies to be apart.
His muscles gleamed as he lowered himself over me. I slid my hands across his shoulders and chest. Every angle was like a mountain peak, built to perfection. Trailing one finger down his stomach, I caught his heated eyes in mine as he fought the urge to shudder.
“Fuck, Lilia.” He palmed the wood on either side of my head. “I want to do unspeakable things to you.”
My breath caught. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He shook his head, swallowing when my hand found his belt. “I told you before. I’d never push you to do something you don’t want.”
“Who says I don’t want it?” I whispered, my heart pounding.
“Do you?” He searched my eyes. “You can say no. Just because we’ve come this far doesn’t mean we can’t stop right now.”
I unbuckled his belt and pushed down his trousers. Then I followed it with my own and pulled my tunic over my head. The warmth of him caressed my bare skin, but still I shuddered. I was bared before him now, every inch of me on full display. No one had ever seen me this vulnerable. I’d never wanted them to.
And I’d certainly never wanted to be touched like this. For a very long time, I’d thought I might never want it. But I’d finally found someone who made mefeel. And I wanted to make him feel, too.
“I quite like what you’re doing right now,” I said with a sly smile. “Can’t you tell?”
“Oh, turning my words back on me, are you?” His eyes slid down me to rest on my hips. He dropped to a knee before me, his powerful hands capturing my waist. My heart kicked my ribs as I watched him slowly and gently lift one of my legs and rest it on his shoulder.
“More beautiful than I even imagined.” He kissed the inside of my thigh. Shivers stormed through me. Holding me in place, he drifted his mouth closer and closer to my core. With every hot breath, another tormenting blast of need clenched the ache between my thighs.
My hands found the floor behind me; my fingers curved, desperate to cling to something. His lips inched closer. He was only a breath away from the apex of my thighs now.
And then, so softly it was scarcely a touch, those lips brushed across me. I bucked against the floor, my entire body lighting up with pleasure. Ragnar’s hands tightened around my hips to hold me in place, and he drove his tongue inside me.
“Oh, gods,” I moaned. I felt like I was diving from the highest mountain and into the deepest chasm of the world. At least he would be there to catch me.
He lapped his tongue across me again. Stars danced in my eyes.
“You taste,” he said, licking me, “so fucking sweet. I want you to sit on my face.”
“What?” I breathed, my heart pounding.
“You heard me.” His mouth vanished from my skin, leaving me aching for more. Lowering himself onto the floor beside me, he curled his finger and beckoned me toward me. “Sit on my face, and ride me until you come.”
My nipples tightened. Breath caught in my throat, I rose from the floor and slowly lowered myself to his face, straddling him. His hands captured my backside, and he tugged me squarely onto his mouth. His tongue pushed back inside me.
Oh my gods.
My every inhibition vanished as a wild boldness came over me. I rocked against his face. His lips caressed me, sucking and tasting and licking every inch of me. I grabbed the nearest crate and held on while my pace quickened.
The pleasure within me roared. Dropping back my head, I moaned as I rubbed myself against Ragnar’s mouth. His hands tightened on my backside. I could sense his own need mounting with mine, and I gripped the crate harder. The wood cracked, but I barely noticed, not even when a few apples tumbled out onto the floor.
“Ragnar,” I panted. I could barely think from the ache between my thighs. I rocked against him once more, faster, harder, and so rough I was sure it would be too much for him. But he growled in response, like my unconstrained pleasure excited him.
And that was all it took.
