MY LADY VIKING
by Jean C. Gordon
Available Now at: Cerridwen Presss
ISBN No.9781419911712

MY LADY VIKING
© Jean C. Gordon

“‘Twould be all right if you drifted off.”

He nuzzled her hair and against her will, she snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“Aye, little warrior. I will keep you safe.”

“Mayhap, I do not wish to be safe.”

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Aedan reined in the sudden surge of desire. “You deserve to be safe and cherished.”

She reached up and drew his head down toward her. The rush of the water not far below them almost drowned out her whisper. “Then, cherish me for the time we have.”

He resisted for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and crushed his lips to hers. He knew not whether he could keep her safe for always or even safe for the night, but he could cherish her for eternity.

When he softened the kiss, she pulled the thong from his hair and threaded her fingers in the strands as if to tie him to her. His tongue traced the line of her lips. She opened to him and he plunged in. She met each thrust with a parry of her own in the fiercest battle he had every fought. His skin felt tight and he fair burst from the pounding of his heart and throbbing of his manhood.

She moved her hands to cup the sides of his face and called a truce by a sharp bite to his bottom lip, followed by soothing lick of her tongue and gentle nibbled. A stab of pain and passion slew him. Her hands left his face and started to fumble with the fastening of her leather vest. “I need be closer to you.”

He placed his hands over her trembling fingers, as much to temper his own urgency as to slow hers. It did not work. His mind envisioned the delights that could be his. He sensed her looking up at him in the dark.

“Help me?”