Page 70 of Down and Dirty

“Put. Me. Down.”

“Not. A. Chance.”

“I feel ridiculous.”

“I don’t know. You look pretty good from this angle. And I can’t believe I’m capable of talking above a croak when I’m inside you, practically to your tonsils.”

She said some things to him in Old Norse, probably not flattery.

“Put your knees on my hips, sweetie. That’s the way.” He helped her adjust herself so that her inner knees pressed against his hips, and her ankles crossed behind his ass. “Good thing we’ve been working you WEALS on upper arm strength this week. You could probably stay like this for hours.”

“I swear, you will pay for this, you lout.”

“Whatever you say, baby. By the way, do you know what the best thing is about this position? I get to do whatever I want with your body, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

She was silent for a moment, digesting his words as she realized that she was in fact wide open to whatever he wanted to do. And there were lots of things he wanted to do. Where to start, where to start?

“And your point is?”

“I’m going to make you come, and come, and come.”

She groaned. “What have I done to deserve such punishment?”

“Not punishment. I’m putting my mark on you, baby. No matter what happens with us in the future, it’ll never be as good for you with another man. You’ll always remember this night and know we had something special.”

“And you? Mayhap I will spoil you for other women as well.”

“Sweetheart, that’s already a given.”

Then words became useless, except for one long whimper of ecstasy, on both their parts. First he brought her to climax just by playing with her dangling breasts. When her inner folds began to milk his cock, he immediately moved his hand to her clit, strumming it to full-blown, swollen attention. Only then did he begin the long strokes that would bring them both to completion. But he didn’t want that to happen too soon. So he strummed her inner folds till they were swollen and dripping against his fingers. With her in this kind of frenzy, he used his other hand to touch her in that place between them, nestled against his stomach, that spot most women did not like to have touched, or thought they did not like to have touched.

So, stroking her from both sides, as well as inside, she began to cry out her orgasm… an orgasm that went on and on and on, stronger and stronger, as his strokes became shorter and harder, and his fingers became ruthlessly demanding.

He had no idea how many times she came before he was unable to hold back any longer. With the cords standing out against his arched neck, his hands on both her hips holding her in place, he bellowed out his coming, nipping at her shoulder like a wild stallion.

Afterward, he picked her up and sat back down in the tub, with her straddling his lap, her face in the crook of his neck. They were both panting, unable to speak. Half the water from the tub was on the floor, but who the hell cared! In that afterglow of good sex, he kept caressing her shoulders and back, rocking forward and backward, more in a soothing than sexual manner. He was murmuring, “Omigod. Omigod.”

When his pulse came down to about a thousand beats per minute, and his brain began to clear, he realized something important.

He’d forgotten to use a condom.

Chapter 13

And then the fun began…

It was still dark when Zachary drove her back to the military base. Danny had come back to care for Sammy after his “night on the town,” whatever that meant.

She glanced about at her surroundings. Lights on poles illuminated the roadways and metal vehicles they passed or saw parked along the side. Some of the buildings were dark, but there were lights in many of them. Even though it was the middle of the night, there was still activity going on at a military base. They had to pass through a special, guarded gate even to get onto the base.

She was a different person than the one who had left here two nights ago on the way to her welcoming fete at Madrene’s keep. For one thing, she felt a not-unpleasant ache betwixt her legs. For another, her lips and breasts were no doubt swollen from Zachary’s unrelenting erotic ministrations. And she for a certainty knew what multiple orgasms were now.

When she had time to think about it, she would blush at some of the things she had allowed the rogue to do to her. Hah! She would blush even more over things she had done to him.

She had slept intermittently through the night. In the tub. And betwixt bouts of bedsport. But every time she fell asleep the most gruesome dreams — rather, night terrors — came to her. All taking place at the abbey. All involving her father and brothers and hirdsmen torturing the good nuns to reveal where she was supposedly hiding.

“Why so quiet, babe?” He reached over and took her hand in his. The other steered the wheel on the car.

“These images keep flickering through my mind.”