Page 32 of The Last Viking

And she did.

While she began the slow undulation he demonstrated, he held her face with his fingers twined in her hair, grasping her scalp. Just before he pulled her lips to his, she saw that his parted lips were slack with passion, his suntanned cheeks flushed, and his eyes amber pools of over-the-edge arousal.

As his tongue imitated the thrusts of his hardness against the vee of her outspread legs, wave after wave of a bone-melting climax spun out from her center and she screamed into his mouth. She tried to pull away then, it was too much, but Rolf refused to let her go as he began his own climax, grinding against her from side to side.

He made a low, masculine sound deep in his throat, and, amazingly, Meredith’s arousal, once again, began to build and build and build. When he sucked on her tongue, drawing her into his mouth, and jerked against her hard…once, twice, three times, she exploded, her thighs trembling with the force of her release.

For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few moments, the only sound in the car was that of their heavy breathing as they fought, forehead to forehead, to calm their racing hearts.

Meredith avoided his eyes. She was absolutely and utterly humiliated. What must he think of her? How could she slide off his lap gracefully and slither out of the car, without having to face him?

“Well, that certainly took the edge off my hunger.” He chuckled. “Now we can take a leisurely time with the main course.”

She made the mistake of looking at him then.

He wasn’t laughing, or teasing. He was stone-cold serious.

She must have gawked because he chucked her under the chin playfully.

Having no way to exit with dignity, Meredith scrambled off him clumsily. “Listen, buster, there isn’t going to be any main course. This has got to end right here.”

“Why?”

“Because…because I don’t do things like this.”

“And you think I do?” Then, “What kinds of things?”

“Sex with virtual strangers.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that. You and I have got a business relationship, and that’s all,” she asserted as she opened the trunk to get the groceries. Lord, the ice cream was probably melted with all the heat they’d generated.

Remaining silent, he took several bags, too, and as they headed toward the front door, she thought, Well, finally, I’ve got through to the thick-headed fool. Now he understands.

But he immediately quashed that misguided conclusion of hers by asking, “Would you like to take a shower with me?”

She went slack-jawed with disbelief. Was she talking to a wall here, or just a typical male, who heard only what he wanted?

“I’ll even drek you, if you want.”

Chapter Six

An ominous rumble of thunder followed by a streak of lightning put a quick damper on Rolf’s enticing suggestion.

“Ah! Thor must be jealous of my woman-luck.”

“Woman-luck?” Was he referring to her? The nerve—assuming he was about to get lucky! Or was he bragging that he’d already scored? Oh, all right, she admitted to herself, perhaps she had given him a little encouragement in the car. Well, okay, a lot. But that was no reason for him to—

“Yea, the thunder god throws his mighty hammer Mjollnir across the skies, causing lightning bolts, when mortal men offend him. The gods like to think they are the only ones blessed with the love arts.”

Love arts? she mouthed silently.

“Best I be careful, or Thor will turn me into a troll.” He winked at her before setting his grocery sacks on the stoop.

She hated when he winked. It made her feel all fluttery inside. And one thing thirty-five-year-old women should not be feeling was fluttery. “You already are a troll.”

“Oh? You have a taste for trolls then? For a certainty, you moaned your woman-pleasure for this troll moments ago.”