I wrap my hand around her ankle and drag her down the bed, making her squeal as she giggles and tries to roll over. I climb on top of her and kiss her neck. She moans and I feel her press against me, even through the towel.
“Sexy Viking man,” She says as I nibble across her shoulder.
She is sweet, even if she doesn’t want to believe it. The way she responds immediately and gives in with just the right touch.
“What are you reading?” I ask against her skin.
“A book on prolonged exposure therapy. It can wait.”
“Willing to put work aside?”
“Fun reading,” She corrects, rolling under me. “Not as much fun as you.”
What a compliment. I kiss her passionately, cupping the back of her head in my hand. She’s not half as controlled. She tugs on my towel and rubs her hand over my cock. It hardens just from that teasing brush of her fingers and palm.
“More?”
“Impatient,” I say against her lips.
“You’re in high demand,” She corrects, pushing me back to climb on top of me. “I’m not wasting time while I have you. Unless you’re suddenly talkative outside of sex.”
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
“Just … everything.”
Everything is too big. I keep watching her as she rubs herself against me.
“You said you’re from Europe. Where?”
“We traveled often,” I murmur, grabbing her hips to stop her teasing. “I was born in Ireland and grew up in the Netherlands, Norway, and Denmark. I came to the U.S. for college. It was … a very intense change.”
“Which was your favorite?”
“Denmark,” I answer immediately. “Perhaps you’d like it.”
“I’ve never left the country.” She muses, tracing a tattoo across my chest. A Viking ship on fire. “I don’t even have a passport.”
“You should fix that,” I say gently. “Everyone should have one.”
“Tell me something I don’t know about you, Viking..” She presses her lips to my neck. “Something interesting.”
“I have no internal dialogue.” I run my fingers through her hair, then press a kiss near her ear. “My thoughts just … connect. There’s no back and forth.”
“No wonder you said you’re simple,” She says against my collarbone. “That only raises about a million more questions. You know that right?”
I put her on her back and grind against her, watching her eyes flutter. “Look it up or save them for later.”
“Round two?” She asks.
I kiss her eagerly as an answer. My tongue drags across her lips until she opens for me, but she nips at my tongue. I groan and bite her hard. She shivers and drags her nails down my back.
Rough little hellcat.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take anymore, pet,” I warn.
“Good,” She pants. “I want all of you that I can get. Right here. Right now.”
It’s a challenge. I fuck her again on the bed, memorizing every soft sound she makes. But when she tries to go clean up, I shove her against the wall, rub myself against her from behind and kiss down her back, following her spine.