Page 28 of Viking Unchained

And her woman’s fleece is thick with dark curls, whereas Luta’s had been pale.

These thoughts flicked through his brain, which felt fuzzy and disoriented. ’Twas like swimming through a pool of honey, trying to get his bearings.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked in a low, husky voice.

He nodded, pulling one of the birth control packets Torolf had given him out of his back pocket.

“Will you undress, or would you like me to undress you?”

“Uh . . . ,” he said, as what was left of his brain turned to porridge and his cock practically did a handstand. The bone-melting anger was still there, but it was being overcome, for now, by waves of excitement. The intensity of her passion swirled around them both.

His brain said, Halt! Something is not right here. We need to talk.

His cock said, Talk later. Enjoy now.

His garments were half off when he noticed the tears welling in her blue eyes. “What? You have changed your mind?” How like a woman!

She shook her head vigorously, which caused her breasts to jiggle, which caused his blood to nigh hum.

Enthusiasm, thou art fickle.

“I’m just so happy to have you back, even if you don’t exactly look like Dave.”

“Who is Dave?” he asked as he continued to disrobe. Who in bloody hell cares?

“You,” she said, studying him.

“I beg your pardon.”

“Oh, I know you don’t look exactly the same, but your eyes are identical, and you know what they say about the eyes being windows to the soul?”

The wench is barmy, he concluded, immediately followed by, and I could not care less.

Should I tell her I am not this mythical Dave?

Not if I want my enthusiasm sated this night.

Before he had a chance to approach her, she launched herself at him, her arms clutching his shoulders, her hands making quick work of sliding the condom on him. Then she buried her mouth in the crook of his neck, and her legs locked around his hips. She smelled like flowers and feminine arousal.

“Wait . . .” he started to say.

But she wiggled her hips, and he found himself embedded in her sheath up to the hilt, her inner muscles spasming around him with a welcome that was both torture and pleasure. I am in heaven. Or is it Asgard? Who cares? This. Is. Bliss.

His knees almost gave way, and he backed her up to the wall. Please, knees, do not give way now.

With his elbows braced on either side of her head, he pressed his belly against hers, forcing her to remain still. Aaahhhh . . .

“Sorry,” she murmured, a blush blooming on her cheeks.

Now she was embarrassed? Will I ever understand women?

“It’s just that I’ve missed you so much. And it’s been so long since I’ve had sex.”

It has been a long time for me, too. Six bloody months. “How long?”

“You know when the last time was, honey. Remember? Out in the surf, during low tide. Like that scene from the movie From Here to Eternity. Almost five years ago.”

Five years! No wonder she is so lustsome.