Chapter Five
BIRDIE WAS NO stranger to kissing, but she’d never been kissed like this before. This fine beast of a man was consuming her, exploring and possessing her mouth, threading his fingers into her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted her for one blistering kiss after another.
Lust coiled tight in her belly, every swipe of his tongue, every scratch of his beard, spreading heat like wildfire through her core.
Her knees weakened, and he must have felt it, because his arms tightened around her and he drew back just enough for those dark eyes to pin her in place. “Need me to slow down?”
“Not if you know what’s good for you. This is my Viking fantasy, remember?”
She caught a flash of a wolfish grin as his talented mouth came down over hers with renewed fervor, kissing her rougher, more demanding, and holy fricking hotness, her body ignited. This was what she craved and what most men had no idea how to give.
Passion so fierce it made her blood simmer.
His mouth moved down her neck with openmouthed kisses, each one sending fire slithering beneath her skin as he pushed her jacket off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor.
Her bra followed. His hungry gaze slid lasciviously down her body, and his grin turned wicked.
“I didn’t think perfection existed, but fuck, Trouble. Look at you, proving me wrong.”
She laughed, gobbling up that compliment, but he smothered those sounds with another scorching kiss and lifted her into his arms. Her legs circled him, their bare chests pressed together.
His skin was almost as hot as the desire searing through her as their mouths fused like molten metal, and he carried her into the living room.
“Wait!” she said breathlessly, reaching toward the fireplace. “I need the remote from the mantel.”
Confusion rose in his eyes, but he carried her over.
She snagged the remote and turned on the fireplace. “Ambience,” she said, setting the remote back on the mantel, then wrapped her arms around him again. “Okay. Continue ravaging, please.”
“You’re fucking adorable. Give me that sexy mouth.”
He pulled her mouth back to his, gracing her with more mind-numbing kisses, heading for the couch.
He laid her down, his big body settling over her.
He cradled her head in his hands, taking her in deeper, more sensual kisses, moving his hips in a steady, deliberate rhythm, every temptingly hard inch of him sending scintillating sensations through her.
Breaking their kisses, he gazed down at her, his eyes blazing with so much emotion, she held her breath as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but no words came.
He kissed his way down her neck, slowing to drag his tongue along her collarbone, sending goose bumps chasing over her flesh.
She moaned as he kissed a path down her chest, slowing to tease her breasts, his tongue and teeth wreaking havoc with her need.
He gritted out, “I’m going to devour your gorgeous tits. ”
The hunger in his voice had her whimpering as he continued lavishing her with that talented mouth.
He caressed, teased, and licked, alighting sparks beneath her skin.
When he grazed his teeth along the sensitive peak, moans spilled from her lips.
She buried her hands in his long hair, holding his mouth there.
He sucked, using his teeth and tongue, driving her out of her flipping mind.
“Harder,” she pleaded, and felt him smile against her skin. He sucked her nipple harder, and she cried out, fisting her hands in his hair, bowing off the couch. “Again.” He did it again, sending lightning searing south. “Yes—”
“So fucking sexy,” he rasped, pushing her breasts together with both hands. “Your body needs to be worshipped.”
She writhed and moaned as he teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue. She’d never felt such intense pleasure. He continued his masterful ravishment until she was so wet and greedy for him, she was on the verge of coming. “More,” she pleaded.
He was quick to fulfill that request. Not by giving her what she thought she needed, but by staying right where he was, loving her breasts relentlessly.
Every slick of his tongue stole a gasp from her lungs, and every graze of his teeth caused a rock of her hips.
His every touch took her higher, until she felt them all between her legs.
“Ohgodohgodohgod, Ragnar.” He sucked her nipple to the roof of his mouth, squeezing her other between his finger and thumb, and she detonated, crying out as her hips bucked, her inner muscles pulsing.
Racked with pleasure, she thrashed her head as he continued licking, sucking, and kissing, drawing more unstoppable sounds she didn’t recognize.
When he finally relented, she sank into the cushions, her body jerking with spasms of lingering pleasure.
Panting and mildly embarrassed for having come from just that, she covered her face with her hand and said, “How the hell did you do that?”
“Like this.” Lowering that wicked mouth to her breast again, he quickly sent her spiraling out of control.
Several pleasure-drenched minutes later, she lay panting, trying to catch her breath, as he tasted his way down her body. One big hand slid up her belly, reclaiming her breast. Lord, this man was going to be the death of her. Death by orgasm. She could handle that.
He rolled and squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, sending shocks of pleasure darting through her as his mouth wreaked havoc with the rest of her body.
He nipped at her hip, kissed her ribs, grazed his teeth along her stomach, and circled her belly button with his tongue.
A storm of sensations rained down on her from everywhere all at once, drawing needy sounds from someplace deep inside her.
“So soft and beautiful,” he said gruffly.
When his hand slid off her breast and down her body, she whimpered, mourning the loss.
But she didn’t mourn for long. He stripped off her underwear, kissing her inner thighs, then guided her legs over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to where she needed him most, obliterating her ability to think at all.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled, and continued using his hands and mouth to turn her entire body into a quaking mass of live wires.
Her needy sounds sailed around them as he drove her to the brink of madness.
When he sucked her clit and did something incredible with his fingers, “Ragnar—” flew from her lips.
Her greedy sounds echoed off the walls as he feasted and teased her.
Her orgasm went on and on, and when she started to come down from the high, he reached up with one hand, tweaking her nipple, and pleasure exploded through her anew, sending her spiraling again.
He stayed with her, lapping up everything she had to give, making gruff, appreciative sounds that were as tantalizing as his touch, keeping her at the peak of her climax so long, she could barely breathe.
He took his time, kissing his way back up her body. She was so turned on, her skin so oversensitive, every touch of his lips caused a burst of sparks. When they came eye to eye, he dragged a hand over his beard and then brushed his lips over hers. “Still with me, gorgeous? Or have you had enough?”
“Never enough” came out breathless. The smile that earned made her chest flutter.
He kissed her softly. “Don’t move, darlin’.”
Darlin’ was such an intimate endearment, it made the moment feel special. Just as that thought warmed her, she remembered what he’d said about his life being complicated, and she tried to push away those warm feelings by reclaiming the upper hand. “I never leave a good movie before the end.”
That wasn’t exactly true. She hadn’t been with that many guys, but she’d made out with a few who had managed to turn her off with the way they touched her or the way they kissed, and on those occasions, she was the one who suddenly remembered she’d left the stove on.
Ragnar smirked and climbed off her. She watched him stalk to the table by the door, all hard muscle and burgeoning confidence. He returned with his wallet and fished out a condom.
He stripped off his boxer briefs, freeing his formidable erection. Her Viking knew how to make a woman’s body sing with his hands and mouth. She couldn’t wait to see what he could do with that monstrous cock-a-doodle do me please.
He held her gaze, hot, hungry, and so intense, she felt it in the pit of her stomach as he tore open the condom with his teeth and sheathed his length.
When he came down over her, his hair fell forward, shutting out the rest of the world.
He cradled her face between his hands again, gazing down at her with a softer expression, like she was precious.
Her pulse quickened. She’d never met anyone who could make moments feel special without uttering a word.
“Hi, beautiful,” he rasped, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. The muscles in his jaw bunched, as if he were holding something back.
She pressed her hand to his. “What are you not saying?”
“Just…” His brows knitted. “I really like being with you.”
He said it so simply, she melted inside. “I really like being with you, too.”