Page 42 of Viking in Love

“And mead, I hope.” This from Wulf.

Well, Caedmon could not argue with that, and, really, he was grateful, but not grateful enough to allow the murderesses to stay here. And he had to thank the stars that Rashid had refrained from one of his irksome proverbs this time.

“Uh-oh!” Wulf said.

“What?” he asked, then lifted his head to gaze where Wulf was staring. And smiling.

Bam, bam, bam!

The red-haired princess witch of the north was up at the top of Larkspur’s roof, pounding at one of the slates. Thank God it was not a high-pitched roof.

Bam, bam, bam!

“Ah, Breanne is fixing your leaky roof,” Rashid told him, as if he had not come to that conclusion himself, as if he could not repair his own roof.

Bam, bam, bam!

“By the cross! I swear, this time I am going to paddle her arse ’til it is black and blue.”

“Oh, good! Can I watch?” Wulf asked.

Bam, bam, bam!

Maire was moaning in that way which he had come to recognize meant that she had to piss again. He ignored her. Instead, Caedmon alighted from his horse in one fluid move and stomped over to the ladder. Within minutes he was atop the roof as well.

Bam, bam, bam!

“You lackwitted, stubborn, outlandish excuse for a woman!” he snarled as he made his way, then balanced himself on the slanted roof.

She jerked backward, having been unaware of his approach from her back, with all her pounding. With a rough snarl, she turned, slipped, and teetered forward, hitting him in the chest.

Which caused him to totter against her, forcing her backward. He grasped her about the waist.

For several scary moments, they swayed, forward, backward, forward again. Then they both hit the roof at the same time. Hammers and nails slipped downward. They did, too, for a moment before they caught on a metal snow guard.

He lay still atop her. They appeared to be secure, but still he waited. Finally, he lifted his head to look down at her. Her green eyes were wide open with shock.

“Are you all right?”

She blinked several times, then tried to push him off. “You big oaf. You almost killed us both.”

“Be still. We might die yet.”

She stopped moving.

And in that moment, they both realized that he had somehow landed betwixt her widespread thighs, and his favorite body part was planted smack dab up against his favorite woman’s part. And it was growing.

“Oh, good Lord!” she muttered. “Can you not control yourself?”

“Apparently not,” he replied, bracing himself with hands planted on each side of her head, “especially when you insist on squirming about.”

Being stubborn, she just had to squirm against him even more.

“Oh, God!” he said on a husky moan. He felt faint-headed and excruciatingly aroused, tingling in some interesting body parts. “I need to kiss you,” he said, staring down at her tempting, too-generous lips.

“Do not dare,” she replied, even as she ran the tip of her tongue over said lips.

She probably moistened her lips in nervousness.