Page 120 of Storm of Desire
Her eyes ravished him, caressing every muscle of his body as it was revealed. Hungry eyes. They met his, and despite the cold, he felt a flush of bloodbelow.
"Are you trying to tempt me again?" she called, putting the brushaside.
He snatched the dry cloth from her side and briskly rubbed himself down. "Yes. That's definitely why I'm out here freezing my balls off. It has absolutely nothing to do with Freyja taking revenge uponme."
He probably deserved it. A little cold water never killedanyone.
Árdís laughed, reclining on her elbow like a lady of repose. If not for the mess of her tangled curls, she might have been able to sustain the illusion. He liked her hair down like this. It made him want to drag his fingers through it. In the past he'd bought her a silver-backed hairbrush—which had cost him a small fortune—when it became clear she didn't own one. She'd let him brush her hair each night, which often made her almost purr with quiet content, and Haakon had liked those moments thebest.
Dragging on his last clean pair of trousers, Haakon did the buttons up, as she watched. The look in those heated eyes made it hard to stuff his dawning erection in. Haakon cursed. "Behave."
"You don't have to put it away," she murmured, shooting him a slysmile.
"I'm fairly certain your brother could see us from the house, if hechose."
"Are you worried he's going to take affront at you seducing hissister?"
"No." Haakon lay down beside her, clasping his hands behind his head. The grassy slope protected them from view, if they both lay down. "But I've only just gotten back into his good graces. I don't wish to push myluck."
"I thought you were allies," she said curiously. "He gave you a necklace to tempt me with, and then sent you in mydirection."
"He said you owed me adebt."
"He alwayshadto meddle," she said with asnort.
Árdís rolled onto her hip, one finger stirring through the trail of blond hair that led from his navel into the top of histrousers.
"You're insatiable," heaccused.
"I have seven years to make up for." Her gaze grewdistant.
"Árdís?"
Nothing. Only glazedeyes.
Then she blinked and leaned closer, biting her lower lip. "I just told Rurik not to look out the window for awhile."
Jesus. "I'm not certain whether I like him knowing what we'reabout."
Árdís rolled her eyes. "We're not 'about' anything yet. My husband is being frustratingly stubborn. And I was vague. He thinks we're having a discussion that shouldn't be disturbed. I hinted we might evenkiss."
Husband.He liked that. "I'll claim thatkiss."
Their lipsmet.
A slow and heated kiss. He felt like he could take all the time in the world. Dragging her into his arms, he ran his hands all over her body, caressing the soft wool. Árdís, however, had otherideas.
She straddled him with a wicked gleam in hereye.
"I intend to claim something else." Kissing her way down his chest, she began to unbutton his trousers. "I do feel as though I owe you some sweet torture. Remember thehut?"
"How could Iforget?"
Whisper soft lips skated over his abdominals. His cock might as well be a battering ram. Árdís laughed, a smoky sound as she looked up at him, and then she was licking her way lower, her eyes smoldering with their cat-slitdrekipupils. Clever hands slid his erection free, and her mouth swallowed the weeping head of him, surrounding his cock with wetheat.
Mother of kraken. He watched her through slitted eyes, all of his attention locked on the rosy curve of her mouth. Haakon slid both hands through her silken hair, his fingers curling into fists. This was her turn to torture him, but he couldn't help trying to control the encounter. Coaxing her to bob lower, until the head of his cock hit the back of herthroat.
Bliss. Pure, fucking bliss. He arched his spine, biting his lip as he threw his head back and surrendered to Árdís's expertmanipulation.
