Page 102 of The Outlaw Viking

Selik put his hands on the outside of her knees, near his hips, and ran the calloused fingers in a slow sweep up her thighs. “Why are your legs so bristly?”

“Because I haven’t shaved in weeks.”

“Ah, yes, the leg shaving your mother mentioned.”

“You know, I’m getting a little sick of hearing all the outrageous things my mother said and did.”

“Well, mayhap you can shave your legs later with my knife. ’Tis very sharp—the one I use to shave my face. Of course, I will watch to see you do it properly.”

“Oh, Selik, I lo—”

“Nay,” he stopped her gruffly. “You have proven yourself untrustworthy. Do not toss me your lying words. Besides, ’tis not what I want of you.”

His open palms moved over her hips then, past the curve of her waist, over her rib cage. When his thumbs reached out and brushed the undersides of her breasts, she sighed.

“Like that, do you?” he asked with a chuckle. “And how about this?”

The heels of his hands lifted the weight of her full breasts and his fingers spread over them, touching everywhere except where she most wanted to be touched. Then, just briefly, his middle fingers flicked the tips back and forth.

Intense, wildly erotic pleasure shot from her breasts to her aching center, and her inner thighs hugged his legs tighter. “More,” she pleaded in a hoarse whisper.

But Selik withdrew his hands from her breasts and placed them on the small of her back. Pulling her forward, he adjusted her so that her cleft rode the ridge of his erect penis. Then his hands moved upward, tunneling in her hair, holding her scalp in a firm grip.

She looked into his blazing eyes and begged, “Kiss me. Please.”

“I thought you would never ask,” he said in a raw voice as he lowered his lips to hers. He angled his open mouth over hers, then, without any soft preliminaries, plunged his tongue into her mouth, searing her. She felt a hot liquid pool at her center, and her center swelled and opened. Reflexively, she rode him with jerky thrusts of her hips until spasms of electrifying pleasure shot through her. She tried to tell Selik that she wanted him, all of him, but she could not speak for his hot tongue, which matched the movements of her hips in the slick sheath of her mouth. His hands were holding her rib cage, moving her from side to side so her nipples brushed abrasively against the wool of his tunic.

She groaned, then exploded in a million wonderful, wonderful sparks of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced in all her life.

And she wanted more.

For a moment, she rested her head against Selik’s shoulder. She knew he hadn’t climaxed. She could still feel his hardness pressing against her and the panting of his breath near her ear told her his iron control was slipping.

Quickly, before he could protest, Rain pushed away from him and slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs. She began to undo the clasp of his belt, then raised the tunic upward, urging him with silent motions to lift himself slightly to accommodate her.

She could not stop herself from touching him then. She brushed her widespread palms over the abrasive dark blond hairs on his chest, along his wide, wide shoulders, across his flat male nipples. She felt the shudders that rippled through his tense body and looked up. His beautiful gray eyes glazed over with passion, and the whiteness of his scar stood out starkly against his flushed skin.

“I love you.”

He put a hand to her lips and shook his head. He didn’t want her proclamations of love. Well, she would give it to him anyway, but without words—with her body.

This is my beloved. The Biblical words in her head shook Rain. She was not sure they were her own, or God speaking through her, but they seemed to describe her feelings completely. And a sense of wonderful completeness overtook her.

She took off his boots and untied the cord on his braies, pulling them off his legs. When he was fully naked, her gaze swept him lovingly.

“You are so beautiful. You take my breath away.”

He smiled, and Rain felt warmed. “I am not, but it pleases me that you think so.”

She leaned down then and put her lips to him, lovingly. He gasped, pulling her away quickly. “Nay, sweet witch, you will not end this love play afore it begins.”

He stood her upright so her breasts were level with his face and began to pay delicious homage to them, alternately laving and flicking them with his tongue, then taking the tips into his wet lips and tugging.

“Oh…oh…oh-h-h!”

“Am I too rough? Shall I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she gasped out.