Page 46 of Viking Unchained

And, hot damn, he shivered, too.

Finn’s fingers grasped her waist, and he showed her how to move her lower half against him, the way he liked. His lips were parted now and his breathing heavier, his eyelids half-mast.

It didn’t take much to turn him on.

Or her, for that matter.

She knew if she touched herself, down there, she would be damp already. But no touching yet, she warned herself. She wanted to extend this loveplay as long as possible.

Using her breasts to caress his chest again, she asked in a sultry voice she didn’t even know she had, “Do you like that?” Good heavens! Where am I getting the nerve?

“Is it not obvious?” He bucked his hips up against her, just once, to show how aroused he was.

Yep, he likes it. Leaning in even more, she pressed her mouth against his lightly, then used her tongue to wet his lips, before kissing him in earnest. “Open for me, baby,” she urged against his lips. Mama’s got a present for you.

He smiled back against her lips, in response. “Gladly,” he husked out.

Then, she kissed him. Open-mouthed. Alternately hard and soft. With her lips. With her nipping teeth.

With her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth.

“I ne’er had much taste for kisses afore,” he told her, kissing her back. “But you are giving me a new appreciation for this foresport.”

“I love kissing. I love kissing you.”

She could feel his heart beating thud-thud-thud against her breasts, and his hands, which had been at her waist, were now holding her buttocks, directing her in a slow rhythm against his erection.

“Wait,” she said, shimmying back a bit on his lap and reaching for his wallet on the table. Taking out a condom, she ripped it open with her teeth, tugged down the elastic waistband of his pants, releasing a very impressive “Howdy!” you-know-what, and had him sheathed before he could mutter, “Bloody hell!”

Which he did. It was one of his favorite expressions.

“Now, watch.” She lifted her own breasts. She caressed them with her palms. She flicked the nipples with her thumbs. When her hands lifted her hair off her neck— it had come loose from its claw barrette—her breasts presented themselves to him, higher and more forward. A provocative, deliberate pose, which had him smiling in appreciation and probably a bit of shock. Hey, I’m shocked, too. With her arms still raised, she began to undulate her hips. Advance, retreat. Advance, retreat. Just brushing the tip of him.

He gritted his teeth, and his hands left her butt to fist at his sides. Yep, he was definitely shocked now . . .

and appreciative.

Was there anything more pleasing to a woman than to watch her man try to control his raging libido under her seduction?

Not that he was her man.

Or was he?

Actually, she was having trouble fighting her own approaching climax, but she didn’t want to come ’til he was inside her.

With a long, drawn-out growl, he took the decision out of her hands, so to speak. Arching his hips off the chair, he entered her, to the hilt. He stretched her; she clenched him. Eyes closed, jaw tense, unmoving, he attempted to slow down his arousal.

“Do you still want to watch, honey?” she purred at him.

His eyes shot open.

And while he watched, she put a fingertip to that place where their two bodies were joined. Immediately, her inner muscles began to spasm around him, and he grew even larger inside her. As her eyes drifted shut, long-unused folds began to move in accommodating his growing size.

“Open your eyes, you saucy witch,” he ordered with a chuckle. Then he took over the loveplay. He was a master at the game, no doubt about it.

But when the game was over, and she’d come another two times, and he’d roared out his climax, and they were both panting, it was debatable who the winner was.

He wasn’t THAT kind of a