Page 107 of Viking Unchained

“Not ’til I tell you something.”

“I’ve already got the message.”

“I do not think so. Open the damn door, or I will break it down.”

She yanked the door open and snarled, “What?”

“Ah, dearling, you have been crying.” He reached for her, but she slapped his hands away.

“Don’t you dare pity me, you Norse jackass.”

“Pity is the last thing I feel for you.” His eyes roamed her body in the scandalous red garment, which was hardly a garment at all.

“Oh, I get it.” She put her hands on her hips and glared up at him. “You want one last pity fuck, right?”

“Lydia! Such language!”

“Yeah, well, who needs you? I can get a vibrator. In fact I bought one yesterday.”

“You did?” He was not sure what she had intended with a vibrator but he would surely find out later.

“That is not what I meant.”

“What did you mean? That you wanted a little more sex before you sashayed back to the Norselands or the SEAL compound or wherever the hell you intend to go next.”

The only thing he could say to all she had thrown at him was, “Huh?”

“Listen, you . . . you Viking nitwit! If it’s one for the road you’re looking for here, forget it. No sex!”

If you think that, I have a bit of the Northlands to sell you.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You made your feelings perfectly clear when you pushed me away out there in the living room. So don’t think I’m going to hop in the sack with you now.”

“You think I don’t want you? I am a dunderhead if that is the impression I gave you.” That notion was so far from his raging enthusiasm that he could hardly fathom her misreading him. “Well, that does it,” he said, and began to unbutton his shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She was backing away from him.

“Straightening out your misconception.” His shirt was gone, tossed over his shoulder, and he was toeing off his shoes. “Much as I am enjoying that wanton scrap of lace, take it off.”

“No,” she said, but her cheeks were now flushed with color and her eyes glued to his hands as they undid his braies and he shrugged out of them and his briefs at one time. Looking down, he saw a raging erection which impressed even him.

But Lydia stood frozen, still clothed.

Without preamble, he walked over, took the shoulder straps in each hand, then yanked them downward, pulling the entire garment to the floor, ripping it in places. She didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, she seemed stunned and unsure of what was happening.

Well, he would have to show her. Picking her up by the waist, he tossed her onto the bed, followed after and over her. Rolling onto his back, he arranged her atop him, her breasts nigh riding his shoulders. He had to close his eyes for a moment, just to savor all the delicious sensations rippling through him.

She sighed.

His eyes opened, and he saw that she was already aroused. He reached a hand up to caress her cheek.

She turned her face into his palm and kissed it. “Where’s your arm bracelet?” she asked, avoiding his direct gaze.

“I sold one of the arm rings.”

“But you kept the star one?”