Page 92 of The Viking’s Captive

Tyra inhaled sharply at the sight of his bare chest.

He smiled knowingly.

Tread carefully, Tyra. He is the expert in this game. Do not give him any more advantage than he already has. And whatever you do, stop panting.“I thought you already knew,” she said. “‘Tis as we agreed afore. One night in the bed furs, naked. That is all.”

He made a grunting sound of disbelief as he shimmied out of his tight braies. She thought he muttered something like, “Dream on, wench.” Once he stepped out of his braies, he was left wearing long hose and a loincloth type of undergarment, which was exceedingly tight at the moment.

Do not look. Do not look. Do not look.She looked.

He looked, too, then shrugged. “What can I say in my defense? It has a mind of its own … especially within striking distance of a beautiful, naked goddess.”

She was the one making a grunting sound of disbelief now. But her breasts believed … their nipples growing tight with interest.

And Adam, the rogue, noticed, too. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” was his only response. Then, as his hose followed the route of his braies, he murmured, “This may be the longest night of my life.”

“I hope so.”

“Please, Tyra, do not say things you do not mean,” he pleaded as he began to unravel the cloth that covered his maleness. “And do not look at me so, or I will surely embarrass myself like an untried youthling.”

Tyra couldn’t stop herself. She had to look at him. He was like a statue she’d seen once of a Greek god … only better. She was not unfamiliar with the male genitals, living in close proximity with men on a daily basis. But she’d never witnessed a fully erect man whose arousal was due to her, and only her. She was struck by the beauty of the way the human body was designed. Male and female. Attraction, desire, connection, satisfaction. ‘Twas the way it had been at the beginning of time. ‘Twas the way it would be ages hence. And now, finally she was part of the process.

“Do you like what you see, Tyra?”

“I do,” she said. “And you?”

He laughed and waved a hand toward his groin. “How can you ask?”

“There is one thing I should tell you about our pact.” She was starting to feel rather exposed, standing naked before him for such a long period, especially when he continually surveyed her with such intensity. She fought against the instinct to cross her arms over her chest.

“You cannot back out now. You cannot.” Shaking his head vigorously, he waved a hand, indicating he would like her to turn around.

Not bloody likely.“Oh, it is not that I want to renege on our agreement … just add to it.”

Adam did not answer at first. Since she had declined to spin for his pleasure, he had walked a little forward and to the right so he could see her from a side angle. The brute was staring at her buttocks, and she could swear his manpart twitched.

“Just how big can that thing get?” she blurted out.

“Immense, it would seem, when you keep staring at it.” His voice was husky. Had she finally shocked him?

“I am sorry,” she said.

“Do not be,” he said. “I like it. It likes it.”

“You are teasing me,” she guessed. “Women are not usually so blunt, are they?”

“Nay, they are not. It is a refreshing change.”

“Well, how would this be for bluntness? I want you. You want me. Let’s do it.”

His eyes went wide. His face reddened. A sputtering sound came from his mouth. He reached for a nearby tabletop to support his presumably shaky knees. And his manpart looked as if it might explode.

The temptation was too great …

Adam was out of control.

He inhaled and exhaled several times to calm himself. It didn’t work.

“Tyra, what is going on with you? We discussed this two days ago. Remember that conversation that prompted you to stop talking to me?”