Page 45 of Viking Unchained

“You are so beautiful . . . like a goddess. Are you sure you are not a Valkyrie?”

She smiled then, a small, tentative smile.

And an odd clenching occurred in the region of his heart.

“Are you thinking that flattery will get you everywhere? ”

“I can hope.” He smiled at her then.

“You have the most gorgeous smile. And a dimple.”

“A dimple? I do not have a dimple. Babies have dimples, on their arses. Not full-grown men.”

“Yes, you do. Right there.”

He turned his head when she touched his cheek and nipped her forefinger.

She went to back up, but he held her tightly between his thighs.

“Show me now.” This time he urged, not ordered. “And do not close your eyes. Your ardor gives me pleasure. ” Plus, I want you to see exactly who you are with. I. Am. Not. Dave.

Chapter 9

These games were not for

children . . .

Lydia felt as if she were in the middle of some X-rated fantasy. It wasn’t really her. And this definitely wasn’t Dave.

So, why am I being so compliant?

Because I want to?

No, that’s too simplistic.

Because this is the first time in five years I’ve even wanted a man.

But there have been lots of other men and other opportunities. Why this particular man?

Because no matter what he says, there is some connection to Dave here.

He wanted her to touch herself, to bring herself to orgasm while he watched. Okay, she could do that, but she would be damned if she would do it alone.

Before he could blink those silver Dave-eyes at her, she lifted one leg, then the other, over his thighs, still covered with jogging pants, so that she now straddled his lap. Then she put her hands on his shoulders.

His arms that had been raised and linked lazily behind his neck fell to his sides, and he inhaled sharply.

Yeah, you should gasp, buddy. Now it’s my show.

It was always good to catch a guy off guard; that’s what all the women’s magazines in her studio lobby proclaimed. Who knew all that “How to Turn on Your Man” nonsense would come in handy one day?

When I lose my mind with a Dave clone.

She had never been promiscuous growing up on a Minnesota farm. In fact, Dave had been her one and only lover. But he’d taught her to be uninhibited. To enjoy sex. Somehow, in her extended grief, she’d forgotten that.

But it was all coming back. With a vengeance.

With a soft laugh, she shimmied her bottom up closer to his crotch, then moved her breasts from side to side across his chest hairs. She couldn’t stop the full-body shiver that overtook her at the delicious contact. So, she did it again.