Page 93 of Viking in Love

“’Tis the same subject. Whilst there, in Baghdad, I learned the most amazing things about sex.”

She examined her fingernails, pretending disinterest. But she was interested, all right. Bloody hell, he was interested, too, because he sure as spit did not know what he was going to say next. But then, an idea came to him, unbidden. Ask me, little mouse. This cat sitting next to you is in the mood for a juicy mouse stew.

“What amazing things?”

Meow! “There is one particular position, a favorite of mine, truth to tell, where the female ends up peaking over and over and over. So well-pleasured is she that her bones nigh melt.”

“What position? Seems to me we have tried them all.”

“Oh, nay, how can you say that? There are dozens and dozens, mayhap hundreds of positions to try yet.”

“I do not believe you.”

“You wound me.” He pretended great affront.

“Name one.”

“How about the ‘Butterfly,’ or ‘Row the Boat.’”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. “Do you stay up all night dreaming these outrageous tales?”

“You may laugh, but did you know there is a famous book written a thousand years ago that explains many, many ways to make love, illustrated with drawings. ’Tis called the Kamasutram.”

“You surely jest.”

He shook his head. “Well, the only way to prove it is to demonstrate.” He batted his eyelashes at her.

She stared at him for a long moment, clearly tempted. Then she stood and shook her head, laughing. “You are incredible.”

“Thank you.”

“’Twas not a compliment.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I can do WHAT with a candle?…

“Does my rump look too big?”

Breanne rolled her eyes at Amicia’s question. Like the back end of a cow. “It looks just fine. Stop worrying.”

It had taken several hours and ten ells of fabric to turn Amicia into anything remotely resembling a noble lady. In truth, she looked like a big blue tent.

“I was noted fer my rump at one time.”

Too much information! Breanne started to laugh, then choked on air going down the wrong way. Amicia clapped her on the back so hard she launched into a new round of choking. When her breathing returned to normal, she said, “Nay, I did not know that.”

“That was afore it dropped and spread.”

Sweet Valkyries!

“A sad thing, really, ’cause men do like buttocks what are high and curved jist right. I usta be able ta twitch me nether cheeks, one at a time. My man at the time loved it.”

I cannot believe I am having a conversation about women’s back ends.

“How is yers?”

I thought my sisters were blunt, but this conversation passes all bounds of woman talk. “Since I have no way of seeing back there, it would be impossible for me to have an opinion.”