Page 84 of Viking in Love

With a long sigh of exasperation, he turned over and lifted the sheet next to him.

Muttering her disgust, she started to climb up.

“Take off that bed rail afore you strangle yourself.”

“If I do, you are not to touch me.”

He rolled his eyes. Right now, the only touching that appeals is you, naked, over my knees, arse pointed northward, being paddled with my palm. Much as that image appealed, he decided to save it for another day. “Breanne, Archbishop Dunstan and his cohorts are on their way here. Geoff came to give me the news. I have spent the last three hours making arrangements. I need sleep now.”

“You lout! Why did you not tell me that to begin with?”

Mayhap I was too blistering angry with you. Mayhap I had more important things on my mind. Mayhap your wagging tongue put me off. He shrugged and bided his time while she worked her way around the honey spots and under the linen.

He gave her only a second to relax and let her defenses down. Then he rolled over on top of her.

“You promised not to touch me.”

“I did not.”

“Well, do not.”

He was already working her hair out of its damp braid and adjusting his body so that his cock was right where he wanted it to be. It felt as if there was moisture where his staff was resting, but just to make sure, he tested her female channel with a finger. “You are wet for me,” he hooted out with a joyous laugh, holding said finger up for her to see.

“Nay, I am not. ’Tis just dampness from my bath.”

“You took your bath hours ago.”

“How do you know that?”

“My spies told me.” He put his finger into his mouth to taste, then declared, with deliberate irksome glee, “Woman dew. Wet for me.”

“That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.”

“Really? When I think of disgusting, I think of…” He told her about a form of bedplay that was, in fact, more disgusting.

She clicked her jaw shut when she realized she was gaping. “You said you needed to sleep.”

“I do, and the best way to insure a good sleep is to tup first.” Before she had a chance to protest, he lifted her hips and plunged inside.

He had not intended to do that. Really, he had not. He was just going to tease her. So, now what do I do? “Shall I stop?” Oh, please, say nay. Be amenable for once. He rubbed his chest hairs across her nipples. Just once.

“Do not dare.”

He smiled, but then he recalled something. With a grunt for his self-inflicted pain, he withdrew from her.

“What are you doing?” She tried to pull him back by tugging on his buttocks, but he remained rigid outside her body.

“I recalled that I told you just moments ago that I would not swive you again until you begged. Are you ready to beg?”

“Hah!”

Betimes drawing a battle line was not a good decision. He was having second thoughts, but his pride would not allow him to give in. Putting his back to her, he said, “Sleep well, m’lady witch.”

“You cannot fool me,” she said, smacking him on the back. “You will not be able to rest, now that you are aroused, until you are sated.”

“I can always pleasure myself…unless you are ready to beg.”

“Not a chance!” Then, “How dost one pleasure oneself?”