Page 75 of The Caged Viking

Oh. My. Goodess. Kirstin was wet just listening to the man.

She must have a stunned expression on her face because he asked, “Why do you resist me at every turn? You already know that we can flush each other.”

She laughed. “That sounds like a toilet.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” This was silly. She was thirty-five years old, not some shy virgin teenager.

But then he unwound the loincloth thingee and she got an up close and personal look at his very impressive erection. She might have blinked several times to make sure she was seeing clearly.

“Stop looking at me, or this bedsport will be over before we begin.”

He was right. As she stared…or rather gaped…he grew even more. “You have the same effect on me,” she blurted out.

“I do?” He tilted his head to the side as he studied her, looking for some physical sign of her arousal, which of course he wouldn’t see until she disrobed. Her nipples, for example, felt turgid and achy, against the silk fabric of her gown.

What the hell! she thought and undid the laces down the sides of her gown, then tugged the garments off her arms to pool at her hips. She didn’t look down at herself, knowing what she would see, but she did look at Hauk, and was rewarded with the flare of his nostrils and the licking of his suddenly dry lips.

He was disconcerted for only a moment, though. He stepped right up to her and ran the back of his finger up and down over her nipples.

She stiffened her body and arched her head back, but she couldn’t stop the little moan of pleasure that escaped her lips.

He started to chuckle.

But she couldn’t have that. “That just makes us even,” she said, glancing pointedly at his penis which was pointing upward at her.

“Ah, I did not know this was a contest,” he said with obvious satisfaction. Before she could guess his next move, he yanked her gown the rest of the way down and lifted her out of the puddle of fabric on the floor before tossing her onto the mattress, then coming up and over her.

The sound of straw being crushed filled the room, that and the sound of their heavy breathing.

Hauk was propped on extended arms, his body arranged between her thighs, which he spread wider with his legs. Raising his head to look down at her, he moved his hips from side to side to better arrange his erection against the most sensitive part of her, then said, “Greetings, wife.”

What could she say to that? “I like the way you say hello.”

“I can tell.”

“How can you tell?” The minute she asked, she wished she could take the words back.

Sure enough, he smiled and winked at her. “Your woman dew is nigh soaking the mattress.”

“Oooh!” she said, mortified, and tried to shove him off.

To no avail. He pressed his hips harder against hers.

But then she relaxed and confessed, “That’s why I was hesitant to make love with you. I was already so turned on by you that I was afraid I would be embarrassed.”

“You and your embarrassments!” He nipped her bare shoulder with his teeth in punishment, then licked the spot to soothe it. “So, your enthusiasm rose in response to the size of my…um, endowments?”

She laughed and leaned up to nip his shoulder, too, but not bothering with the licking. “No. Actually, I was most turned on by your words, promising what you planned to do to me.”

“Really?” he said, frowning with concentration as he no doubt filed that information for future reference. She could just about hear his mind working. Best seduction technique: words, not cock. All guys, whether twenty-first or eleventh century era, had those kind of mental playbooks.

“Not that your…um, endowments…aren’t amazing.”

He nodded, as if that was a given. He was still digesting her remarks about his words wooing her more than the size of his amazingness.

“Isn’t it time for you to get on with your promises?” she asked then.