The Viking Wants Forever (6 page)

Relieved he didn’t use the term master, Reese smiled as she turned toward him, propping herself up on an elbow as well. His eyes fell to her breasts and her belly bubbled with excitement. She could still taste his kisses on her lips, and his bold touch on her skin. It took everything in her willpower to pull her mind out of the gutter and back into his informal inquisition.

“My protector was a merchant who valued education,” she embellished, so caught up in her lie. “I know how to read, write and calculate.”

His blues eyes narrowed. “While in his household, in what capacity did you work for him?”

Reese drew on her experiences at The Comic League. “I maintained his inventory. Kept his books. Formulated his pricing policies, and made sure his staff weren’t shirking their responsibilities. I also provided excellent customer service and ensured a safe work environment per OSHA.” 

Reese groaned. She didn’t need to see his quizzical expression to realize she’d oversold herself. Great job you fluorescent-light loving troll!

“What is Os-shah?”

This time, Reese stuck to something he could relate to. “A port to the far east.”

He reached out, trailed his index finger along her arm, and the flesh between her thighs tightened viciously. “I’ve traveled a thousand miles to the east and I’ve never heard of such a place.”

Heart beating wildly, and not just from his touch, Reese gulped. “Maybe you missed it.” Yes, her comeback was corny and unoriginal, but it would have to suffice just like her explanation for where she’d learned Old Norse.

“Does not matter.” He scooted closer, and Reese’s brain stuttered. “He is your past and I am your future. Just like your former protector taught you things, I will also.” Low and seductive, his voice sent a thrill running down her spine like fingertips playing over piano keys. 

“What do you plan to teach me?” He leaned in, nuzzled her temple, his lips brushing over her ear. Reese arched into him. It felt like he’d ignited every cell in her body and they were straining to bump and grind with his.

“How to please me.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. Groin to groin. Soft against hard. His erection pressed against her sex. Reese exhaled in a rush. “You will learn how to wrap your legs and arms around me, like so.” Eirik slid his hand over her hip and pulled her leg over his, opening her. His suede pants caused a wickedly delicious sensation against her bare clit. Turned on, Reese curled her leg around him, pulling him closer still.

“You are a fast learner,” he breathed against her neck. Reese shivered. Even his breath caused her senses to riot. “Before the night is through, you will be a scholar.”

his tongue marched in like a battering ram, thoroughly defeating her resistance and stealing her common sense. Not just his mouth, but every placement of his hands and body seemed methodical—-to drive her out her mind with lust, so all she could think about was fucking.

by her raw response to him. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his big, hard body. With an urgency she’d never known, her hands glided over him, absorbing his heat, his energy. She grabbed his shoulders and held on tight, holding him still as she met him with an equal passion.

Her breathing was harsh to her own ears and her heart pounded painfully against her ribcage. Yet despite her need for oxygen, she cried out in protest when he tore his lips from hers once again and sat back on his haunches. Hating the distance he’d created, she reached for him. He caught both of her wrists and held them.

“It is time for the second part of your lesson.” His voice was deep and guttural, with a distinct rasp that made her want to spread her legs even wider.

“What do they call you?”

Embarrassed, Reese’s face exploded with heat. She was about to give up him goods, and he didn’t even know her name.

Just call me slut.
“I’m ReeseReese Johnson and you?” A southern girl through and through, it only seemed right to ask his name as well even though she already had it imprinted on her brain.

“Eirik Sigurdsson, the son of Sigurd ‘The Fierce’,” he reciprocated with a proud expansion of his chest.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Without thinking, Reese held out her hand. This time he didn’t reciprocate, and a frown marred the space between his arrogantly slashed brows.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do you give me your hand?”

“Where I come from, it’s a sign of greeting.”

“Nothing more?” He asked warily.

“Nothing more.”

Still hesitant, he placed his hand in hers, engulfing it and making her pulse leap. Reese inhaled shakily. His touch was electric, sending a charge up her arm and making her ache all over.

“I’m very pleased to meet you as well, Reese.” He smiled and it transformed his features, softening them, making him appear much younger than she first assumed. Dazzled, Reese couldn’t find the will to look away. She’d never seen hair that blond, bordering on white. The stark absence of color contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin and amazing blue eyes.

Riveted, Reese wondered what the long strands felt like. Her hand must have given an involuntary squeeze because he glanced down at it and then back at her. Reese sucked in a deep breath. His gaze was like free-falling off a cliff. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and she lost her equilibrium to the point she felt lightheaded and had to use her free hand for support.

to have him inside her?

never been so out of control. If he could hurtle her back in time, surely he could heighten her attraction to a man she’d just met. Awash with guilt, Reese pulled her hand from his and tucked it in her lap.

“About that second lesson...” she prompted.

“Ah yes, the second lesson.” He reached out and ran his finger over her shoulder and down her arm, causing an involuntary shiver. “Whenever we are in my bedchamber, you will help me to undress.”

Reese’s gaze drifted downward to the snug, suede trouser held up by contrasting rawhide laces. She eyed the sizable bulge threatening to split the supple material and she unconsciously licked her lips. She hadn’t known what she’d done until she heard him chuckle.

“Patience. That is a lesson for another day.” Eirik moved to his knees, placing said bulge at eye level. Hands behind his back, he swiveled his hips.

His antics were corny, but Reese couldn’t deny her excitement. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears and her mouth could give the Sahara desert a run for its money. Hot and bothered, she clawed at the laces. She rolled the waistband over his narrow hips, and his scent assailed her. She breathed him in and became slightly intoxicated. Before she toppled over she paused to steady herself.

“What is wrong?” he asked, cupping her face.

Raw and somewhat vulnerable, Reese rubbed her cheek in his hand. “You drive me crazy.” She peered up at him to gauge his reaction and was met with another frown.  They spoke the same language, but the semantics were obviously miles apart.

“Is that a good thing? To be crazy about me.”

“To be crazy about someone is to be wild about them, hot for them.”

He tunneled his hands into her braids and pulled her to her knees. “You are in heat for me?”

“Burning up.” Hoping the third lesson involved sex, Reese rolled his pants over his rock, hard ass and muscular thighs.  

“Neither fickle nor coy. I’ve never met a wench quite like you.” He leaned down, kissed her shoulder, and a shudder jogged down her spine. “You have no problem baring your body to me,” he said, while raining kisses along her throat and then her jaw. “And you are free with your feelings. You are a prize beyond compare.”

Eirik gathered her in his arms and kissed her with such a ferocity, she sagged into him. Skin to skin, his cock pressed into her belly, burning her like hot, throbbing steel. Unable to resist, Reese rubbed against him, circled her hips and he grew exponentially, reaching past her belly button.

Reese glanced down and was gifted with her first good glimpse of his full erection. She should have expected him to be large, he practically towered over her. Still, his sheer size gave her pause.

“He drives you crazy, no?” He took his thick cock in hand and stroked it from root to tip, and she gasped as the size surged.

“Just the opposite,” she countered. She broke out of his embrace and put some distance between them.

“Shhhh, tiny
Hamarr
,” he cooed, taking his cock in hand. “Our beautiful prize does not mean what she says. She is scared of you now, but she will want you day and night.”

Reese ignored the humorous exchange between him and his dick. There was nothing funny about a ten-inch cock. “You can crack as many jokes as you want, buddy, but I don’t thin—!”

He moved so fast, she didn’t know what hit her. Blinking up at the wooding beams overhead, Reese lay flat on her back, legs wide open and draped over his shoulders.

“Hmm, this is strange...but very nice.” He laid his open palm against her sex and a breathless cry escaped her lips. “I like how you’ve shorn your woman hairs. It makes
this
so much easier.”

down her slit, only pausing when he reached the crack of her ass.

He licked her clit, the wetness cool for the briefest moment until he clasped his lips around the aching bud. Just like his kisses, his mouth invaded her, subdued her, broke her down and made her his.

He was devouring her, eating her alive like a wild animal. And she whimpered in his hold like some female mating out of instinct. There was no conscious thought, no intellect, no free will, only lust and desire.

“Please,” she begged, the flood of emotions infusing her system, causing her to quiver helplessly, and spew incoherent ramblings about the delicious tenacity of his tongue. She clawed at his shoulders, tugged at his hair shameless in her need for him, hungry for all his lessons and more.

“Is this lesson three?” she breathed, rocking her hips upward, to the thrusts of his insistent tongue.

His head lifted and he gazed at her with stormy blue eyes. Seeing him crouched between her thighs was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. “This is only a precursor of what is to come.”

Like his cock.
No virgin, Reese knew exactly the consequences of this lesson. He was simply getting her so hot for him, she’d take every hard inch of him. 

He dived in again, latching onto her clit and drawing her into his mouth. He was...good! Reese tried to maintain a valiant front, but she knew she was down for the count when her legs started to shake.

Her world now spinning out of control, she grabbed onto a healthy shock of his hair and held on tight. She tensed when one of his fingers touched the rim of her ass. Used to vanilla sex, no one had ever touched her there. The sensation was exquisite.

me?”

Despite her reservations, she whispered, “yes.”

“Will you moan for me or scream at the top of your lungs when I plunder your hot channel?”

thrust in tandem.

In and out...in and out until a ball of indescribable pressure coiled in her belly. Her stomach muscles tightened, and her clit jumped spasmodically.

“I’m going to co—”

“Eirikkkkkk!”

The war cry kicked the bottom out of Reese’s orgasm.

“Eirikkkkkk!”

“He. Would. Not. Dare!” Eirik released her, dropping her hips back onto the bedding. He rolled off the bed, pants already in his hand. Mumbling angrily, he shoved his legs into the garment then laced them closed.

“What’s going on?” she asked in alarm. “Are we under attack?”

His head came up, a smile playing on his lips. He walked over to the bed, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her toward him, crushing her lips with his own.

Death could be on the other side of his chamber door, but her desire for him kicked back in as if on autopilot. While their tongues dueled, her hands crept over his bare chest and around his muscular neck.

He pulled away from her and she reached for him. Chuckling at her response, he placated her by nibbling at her lips. “You must do something for me.”

“Anything.” How could she refuse him anything when his mouth wreaked havoc on her common sense?

“Promise to pray to your gods for me.”

Frightened, she pulled away from him. “Why should I pray for you?”

“Bjarni stands on the other side of that door. And if I am right, he is calling for a
holmgang
. If I lose, you will have a new protector.”

* * * * *

E
irik leaned against one of several support beams that ran the entire length of his chieftain’s hall. He took great pride in his home because he’d personally chosen each of the eighteen-foot oak beams for their sturdiness and had driven all sixteen into the soil himself. With the help of his men, he’d built the hall in less than six months in preparation for his marriage to Oona Sigurðardóttir, one of the most coveted maidens in all of Rigerike.

Eirik gritted his teeth in anger.

He’d been such a fool to think a woman as beautiful as Oona, with her hair as dark as a raven’s wing and eyes the color of wild heather, would want a bastard who'd fought for everything he owned. He should have known a fool’s welcome awaited him when he went to collect her, and been enlightened by her father that she’d caught the eye of a wealthy nobleman of proper birth and married him.