Page 65 of The Very Virile Viking

He grinned and did the same with her panty hose.

The look on his face as he gazed at her was the highest form of compliment.

"And what did you and God decide?"

"Of course, I did not talk to God," he chided her with a playful flick of his fingertips to her chin. "But I did hear a voice in my head… sort of."

She had to smile at that. "And did the voice say, 'Go for it?' "

"In so many words." He returned her smile. "Or mayhap it was wishful thinking on my part. Whatever."

She let her eyes roam downward again, unable to stop looking at the immense erection pressing against her belly.

Noticing the direction of her stare, he ducked his head sheepishly. "Do not expect such a spectacular show all the time, dearling. This one has been building for quite a while."

Oh, good heavens! Is he really calmly discussing the size of his penis with me? But while he is on the subject… "Listen, Magnus, I'm sorry to be a spoilsport here, but it's been a long time for me, and I don't think I can take all—"

Before the words were out of her mouth, Magnus had lifted her off the floor by the waist, parted her dangling legs with his own, and entered her wetness with a surprising surge. To the hilt. I… do… not…

believe… this . Apparently she could hold his impressive length and width, after all. Angela felt incredibly full, almost to the point of pain, but her inner muscles shifted and soon accommodated his size.

Meanwhile, Magnus had his head thrown back, and veins were sticking out on his neck. His eyes were closed and his teeth bared and gritted. Down below, he was imbedded in her, but unmoving.

Angela felt like a rag doll, pinned to the wall, bare shoulders to bare buttocks—not by a stickpin, but a spear… a most erotic, welcome spear.

Magnus opened his glazed eyes finally and blinked at her. Then he did the most outrageous thing. He pulled out of her, sank to the floor, and put his face on his arms, which were folded over his bent knees.

She'd landed on her feet, but continued to lean back against the wall.

Oh, my God! He's changed his mind. He doesn't want me after all. Is it my body? Now that he's really seen me naked, I'm probably not that desirable to him. "Magnus? What's wrong?" She barely got the words out, so empty and bereft and, yes, still very aroused did she feel.

Without looking up at her, he said, "I came here in anger. I just realized that I do not want to make love to you in anger. Not the first time. Not ever."

If I were a squealing kind of girl, I would be yelling "Yippee!" about now. Angela's heart lurched at his words. Trying for a lighter tone, she asked, "How long do you think this anger will last?"

He turned his face on his arms without raising his head. "Why?"

Dumb, dumb, dumb! Does he really need to ask that? "Because I'm feeling a bit lonely and vulnerable standing here like a naked vestal virgin."

"Naked vestal virgin , eh?" Magnus had raised his head and a small smile was twitching his beautiful lips.

"Exactly what are you trying to say, wench?"

"I want you." That was certainly blunt .

"Well, why did you not say that afore?" He threw his hands in the air with mock disgust. Then he stretched out one arm, gesturing for her to sit down on the carpet beside him. With an arm looped over her shoulder, he kissed the top of her head and said, "We make quite a pair, do we not?"

"Without a doubt. The vestal virgin and the virile Viking."

He laughed, but then he rose smoothly to his feet, leaned down just as smoothly and lifted her into his arms, and began to carry her toward the bedroom. Just before he laid her on the bed, he whispered against her ear, "I hope you slept well last night, sweetling, because there will be no slumber this night."

Angela thought that was the best offer she had had in a long, long time.

An-tic-i-pa-tion…

Magnus looked down at Angela, who lay naked on her bed, awaiting him, and knew he was blessed. If this was his destiny, he welcomed it.

"You are so beautiful," he said, and he meant it, too. Some men liked women with more flesh on their bones, but not him. Her body was perfect in terms of curves and slimness—not too skinny and not too fat. And he loved her round breasts with their rosy peaks, just the right size for his big hands. He also was partial to her indented navel… and her raven black woman curls… and the mole above her kiss-some red lips… and the arch of her foot… and her long, long legs. Plus, he liked the way she was not embarrassed by his perusal of her body.