Page 68 of Viking in Love

“Not so odd.” Come closer, little ant. Lord Spider has something to show you.

“How could you think of horses when…oh, my!”

He had lifted her by the hips until she almost escaped his impalement, then down. Up. Down. Her jaw was gaping open with wonder.

Making women gape in bed was his second-best talent. Next to…“Not horses, dearling. Men. This man, in particular. Dost think you could ride me?”

She still knelt astride him, unmoving once again, her rump raised slightly. He put one hand to the back of her waist, and used the other hand to strum the pearl of her arousal, which he could see peeking through her nether hair. Like a pink jewel amongst red fleece.

She gaped some more before bursting forth with laughter. A joyous tingling sound.

Then she challenged him.

“Canter or gallop, m’lord?”

Lout sex, oh, yeah!…

Breanne was stunned.

Well, that was an understatement. But, really, she was going to have words with Tyra next time she saw her. How could her sister have kept this information from her? Why had she never mentioned that sex could be so…so exciting? Aside from the bone-melting excitement, it had been satisfying physically, and it had been fun.

If sex with a lout could be so amazing, she could only imagine what it would be like with a man she loved. Truly, Breanne’s perceptions of men and women, marriage, and relationships were undergoing a change. She would need to rethink all her old ideas.

Glancing to her side where the lout was asleep, splayed out on his back, she had to smile that she had depleted him so.

From his finely sculpted face, over broad shoulders and wide chest, narrow waist and hips, muscular thighs and calves, and, yea, the now limp manpart, she had to admit he was an attractive man. And what he had been able to do with that body was commendable.

Now, however, she was not sure what women did in situations such as this. Was she supposed to just lie here until he awakened and had need of her again? Hah! Not bloody likely.

Easing her hair out from under one of his arms, she slid across the mattress, when a hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. “Where do you think you are going?”

She half turned from where she sat at the side of the bed. He was gazing at her sleepily, an insufferable smile of triumph lifting the edges of his lips. “Back to my bedchamber.”

“Why?”

“To sleep?”

He shook his head. “You sleep here, with me, for the next nine and a half nights.” He put particular emphasis on the half night part, to remind her, she supposed, that she had not yet fulfilled her bargain.

As if to emphasize that fact, he yanked on her arm, pulling her back and over him. On the way, her hip met the wet spot where he had released his seed, to prevent a pregnancy. When she tried to roll off, he secured her with arms like manacles about her waist.

He stared up at her for a long time, saying nothing.

“What?” she finally asked, uncomfortable with his scrutiny.

His head lifted so he could brush his lips against hers, ever so gently. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The most satisfying bedplay I have ever engaged in.”

She cast him a skeptical glance.

“You were wonderful, dearling. A great surprise.”

“Didst think I would be like a broom in bed?”

“Something like that.” He chuckled. “Did you enjoy it?”