Chapter Twelve
Jinx almost bit her tongue off as she realized what she’d said.
Viking didn’t live in their town. Hell, he never said anything about offering more than a few days of fun.
Sure, he opened up to her about his family and some heartache, but what did she know about him?
What did he know about her other than some surface shit?
The woman he saw and carried around wasn’t who she truly was at the heart of herself.
She was a tough, take-no-prisoners bitch. She’d had to be to survive.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him for as long as he was here. Neither of them was guaranteed tomorrow, but they had tonight. And fuck it all, but she was going to enjoy every second with Viking, even if it hurt when he left. When you hurt, at least you know you’re alive.
“Think you can find your way inside, Viking, or do you need me to lead you?” she asked in a husky whisper.
“Mmm, I think I can figure it out,” he said, stepping back and shutting the door with one hand.
The loud thud echoed around them. He moved with a purpose, long strides, eating up the distance toward the entrance to her mudroom. Jinx peppered his face with kisses, trailing licks along his neck to his ear, where she swirled her tongue along the outer shell. His shiver made her smile.
“Vakker, you’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I’m not scared.” She nibbled on his earlobe, releasing it with a little tug.
Viking sat down, settling her knees on either side of his hips. “Good. I don’t want you scared of me.”
“What are you doing?”
He kicked his boots off while holding her steady with one hand on her ass.
Once he’d finished, he began taking hers off, placing them on the warmer she’d used before.
She looked at him with one raised brow, but that didn’t deter him.
He gave her a gentle push, moving her back slightly so he could remove her coat.
Jinx could barely contain her excitement, knowing she’d be feeling a lot more of his hands on her.
“Are you trying to get me naked, Mr. Larsen?” she asked, blinking rapidly and trying to appear innocent.
“Working on it,” he agreed.
“Well, in that case, we need to get yours off, too.” She pushed at his shoulders, taking the fabric off one arm and then the other.
Both their coats were left lying on the built-in bench that stretched down the wall.
The smooth seat had reminded her of church pews when she’d first seen them, so she’d insisted on painting them a bright white.
He stood, holding her wrapped in his arms. She kept her legs locked around his waist, gripping him tightly.
“You need anything from down here?” Viking’s voice turned gruff, sending a shiver of desire down her spine.
“I’m good.” Her entire body agreed. The only thing they needed or wanted was the man walking with sure strides toward the steps leading to the primary suite upstairs.
She heard their harsh breathing, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except the two of them and what they were about to do.
“Are you sure you want this?” Viking asked at the top of the stairs, pausing before he went any further.
Jinx gave him a little nip on his ear, hoping that was answer enough.
He growled and covered her lips with his, kissing the breath out of her.
That was it. One kiss, and he should realize that was all it took to make her crazy for him.
Hell, she hadn’t wanted any other man in years, and all it had taken was for Viking to touch her, and she was melting at his feet.
Her mouth opened under his, hoping he never stopped.
He moved toward her room, finding the open door with ease as if he’d been there a hundred times. Time stood still as he settled her on the edge of the mattress, breaking from their kiss. He was breathing hard but not from exertion.
“Damn. I want to kiss and touch you all over. You gonna let me, Jinx?”
She couldn’t respond with words because her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.
He seemed to know what her issue was as he moved forward, placing his lips over hers, sliding his tongue inside, stroking against her own.
Somehow her arms snaked up around his shoulders, trying to coerce him to lie down with her, but he held back.
“Bekkett, please,” she whispered.
“Oh, I will please you so well you’ll be begging me to stop, Jinx.”
He stood up. His hand went to the hem of his sweater, bringing attention to the outline of his incredibly hard cock pressing against his jeans. Holy shit. That thing is huge.
“Ah, I think we might have a problem,” she mumbled.
Viking tossed his sweater to the side as he reached for her. “What is it?”
She pointed at his groin. “That is never going to fit.”
His smile widened. “I promise it will.”
Jinx wasn’t so sure, but she relaxed as his hands went to the hem of her sweater. She raised her arms, allowing him to drag the red fabric over her head. He made a rough noise in the back of his throat when he looked at her sitting in jeans and her black bra.
“If you tell me you’re wearing matching panties, I might come in my boxer briefs like a boy staring at his daddy’s Playboy magazines for the first time.” Viking kept his eyes glued to where he ran the back of his knuckles over the swells of one breast and then the other.
“What’s your recovery time if you were to do that?” She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples through the fabric.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked the clasp open, moving the straps off one shoulder then the other. He gathered the sweater and bra and placed them next to his own on the chair off to the side of her bed.
Viking pressed the palm of his right hand in the center of her chest, giving just enough pressure to force her to lie back. She let her arms fall beside her head, staring up at the ceiling.
“I love how you trust me to take care of you. It’s like opening presents on Christmas morning.
Just lie back and let me take your jeans off.
I want to discover what’s underneath all by myself.
” He bent forward, kissing her stomach while unsnapping her jeans.
He trailed his lips down her abdomen, bestowing each inch a kiss as he exposed it.
She raised her hips, helping him divest her of the denim.
He swept the black silk and lace down with the jeans, leaving her bare to his gaze.
“Fuck, so damn beautiful. I knew you were absolutely stunning the first time I saw you behind the bar. It took everything in me not to toss your sexy little ass over my shoulder and whisk you away that night. Now, seeing you lying here under me...I don’t know how I controlled myself.”
She reached for him. “You waited less than forty-eight hours.”
“A fucking eternity if you ask me. I should be entered into sainthood.” He flashed her a toothy grin.
She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep from laughing. “Oh, for sure. You betcha.”
He plucked one of her nipples, making her gasp. “You making fun of me, woman?”
Her eyes closed. She tried to close her legs, but he stood between them, making it impossible. “Never,” she lied.
He stared down at her. “There’s that blush I wanted to see. You are stunning with this rosy hue covering you from neck to toe. I can see how much you want me, and that excited me, too.”
Jinx didn’t think she’d ever be one of those women who would need a man or wanted a man the way she did with Viking. The feelings he brought out in her made her come alive in a way she’d never thought possible, and she feared she’d crash and burn when he left.
She was still going to enjoy their time together.
Her heart softened. If she was going in, she was going all in.
Viking's hands moved down her body, leaving a trail of need with each trace of his fingertips. His muscular chest had her itching to touch him, but he stayed out of her reach.
“I want to touch you, too,” she protested as he smiled down at her. She swore he could read her desires. He stood up and kissed her, almost softly, reverently.
“You will, just not yet. I want to make sure you’re ready and satisfied before we make love.”
His tongue flicked out, stroking down her neck.
He licked and nibbled. She arched her back, wanting him to do something to stop the ache between her thighs.
Finally, he was there, kneeling on the floor with his face between her thighs.
Jinx was sure her heart beat so hard he could see it, but he didn’t appear to notice as his focus zoomed in on her pussy.
“Even this part of you is beautiful,” he growled.
He parted her labia with two fingers and blew a puff of air over her exposed flesh, and then he ran his tongue up and down in a long, slow sweep.
He devoured her like a starving man, licking and sucking before spearing his tongue inside her like she wanted him to do with his dick.
“Damn, you taste so good,” Viking rumbled against her pussy, then went back to sucking her clit. She knew she wouldn’t last long and felt tingling in her toes, telling her she was close to coming.
“Oh, Viking, I...I’m going to come.” She’d never come with anyone other than herself, but none of those could come close to what she was feeling in that moment.
And when he pressed two fingers inside her while sucking her clit inside his mouth at the same time, she fell apart.
The orgasm overtook her, crashing like a tidal wave she’d never imagined.
He stood up in one fluid move. His hands went to his jeans.
With hurried movements, he unsnapped and unzipped the denim, shoving them down with his briefs in one move.
She moved to the center of her bed, shuffling the pillows off to the side as she watched him roll a condom over his erection.
Thank god he hadn’t been too far gone to remember protection.
Yes, she was on the shot for her periods, but still, who knew about diseases?
“Watching you come was almost as good as coming myself. I swear, you are like a ray of sunshine, Vakker.” He moved onto the bed.
“Goodness, you say the most wonderful things, when you’re the one who is beautiful, Bekkett. I mean, look at you. Every bit of you exudes masculine grace and sex. Although your dick is a little frightening, it is weirdly pretty.”
Viking stroked his hand up and down his dick, settling between her spread legs on the bed. “I’m glad you think so. I’ll go slow, but if you need me to stop, let me know.”
He ran the head of his dick up and down the center of her, getting it wet with her juices. Jinx could hear the sound of their breathing, and then she felt him there, pushing inside. His face was a mask of concentration and desire as he leaned forward and kissed her.
Viking sealed their lips in a promise of need, want, and mutual desire.
Jinx didn’t delude herself into thinking this would be anything past what it was.
A holiday fling. She would take every moment, every caress, every orgasm she could wring from their time together for the moments when he was no longer around.
In the quiet times, she’d have these memories.
A time when a man like Viking had wanted her.
She hadn’t hidden behind a facade of someone she wasn’t.
She let him see the vulnerable woman, and he still desired her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to give her more. She felt more of his cock slide inside, stretching her.
“Easy, Vakker. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Viking held himself above her, one hand next to each side of her head. His eyes were closed as sweat beaded at his temples.
She wanted him to know she could handle him and all he had to give. Her hands went down his back to the curve of his bare ass and squeezed. His blue eyes flared open. Heat and desire stared down at her.
He kissed her. Hard and desperate as he flexed his hips, pushing more of his dick inside, and then he pulled back. Short drives in and out, and then he was fully in. He held still, panting slightly.
He looked up and his gaze locked on hers. “I didn’t want to hurt you, dammit.”
Jinx squeezed his ass and shifted her hips. “You didn’t. I’m getting used to you.”
Viking kissed her as if he needed to reassure himself she was telling the truth. He groaned and pulled away slightly.
“Your pussy feels so good hugging my cock,” he said. “So fucking good I can feel every part of you. It’s like a warm, silken heaven.” He brushed his nose down her neck.